I decided to start a blog...since I have so much time on my hands these days, and also to keep our family and friends updated with my pregnancy without rewriting the same thing over and over again, which becomes very draining.
First of all... a little background information. For anyone who doesn't know, I'm pregnant again! We found out in December, and I made an appointment to see my family doctor. I wanted to see the same obstetrician I had for Emily, Dr. M at the IWK, so I was referred immediately, however because she is so busy I didn't have my first appointment until March 12, when I was 16.5 weeks along.
The first trimester was very normal (as normal as being pregnant can be), however more difficult then carrying Emily. I was nauseous everyday allday and was put on Diclectin to help, which it did, but made me extremely fatigued. I ate constantly. I couldn't get enough of egg and bacon mcmuffins at work in the morning, and was eating more then the men in my staffroom at lunch. I also had more dizzy spells, and the occasional cramping (both of which I went to see a doctor about, but they were not concerned). By 13 weeks I weaned myself off the Diclectin, and felt better, but still tired...but who isn't tired their second pregnancy when you have a 15 month old to look after. Normally a heart beat can be heard around 12-14 weeks, so luckily I worked on a great nursing floor, with great nurses who found a heartbeat for me with the Doppler before waiting to see my OB, which felt like forever.
March 12th we finally got to see Dr M, who really is the most wonderful person. With Emily she made me feel great everytime I went to see her. She told me I was a "star" everyday (which apparently she tells most patients, but who cares, it feels good) , and her cheery, outgoing personality was so encouraging. I always spent more time in the waiting area for appointments, but I soon learned why. She spends the time with her patients, you don't feel rushed, and you can ask her anything. I often wondered how she would be in a crisis situation, and now I know. She is very honest, and upfront, and gives lots of hugs and support when need be (which is almost every day I see her).
We answered all the routine questions with the nurse, had my vitals checked and listened for the heartbeat. The nurse didn't seem to concerned at this point that I had gained 20lbs and I was only 16.5 weeks pregnant...some people just really enjoy their food. It wasn't until she measured my fundal height, which I believe is from your pelvis to the top of your uterus, where she looked a little surprized. Keith was with me at this appointment, thank goodness. Normally your measurements correspond closely to the week of pregnancy. I was measuring well into the 20's. So casually she suggested that we do a quick ultrasound with Dr M. They gave us several reasons why my fundal height could be off such as a cyst, or being my second pregnancy. But sure enough the ultrasound told no lies, and there were our TWO babies. When two babies are seen, she said they always look for a third, and Keith just about fell off the table.
The emotions that day were uncontrollable, not that I am the best at controlling my emotions on a good day, lol. So we didn't get a lot of information initially, but Dr. M told us based on the U/S (which wasn't a very high tech machine, mainly just to find out if there were more then one baby) that she thought there was only one placenta...therefore identical twins. She booked a more sophisticated U/S for us 5 days later to learn more about the twins. They gave us some time to absorb the information. We were very excited, and shocked, but I think that both of us had the possibility of twins in the back of our minds, with my weight gain, and a family history on both of my Mom's sides of the family. Finances are also something initially thought of, as the cost for two babies seems much more then 1 with 2 cribs needed, a minivan, and everything else in two. But overall a VERY happy day.
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