The year was 2016. The month was January. The day was – I don’t know.
The point is, at some point during this time, my husband Shaheed and I decided to start trying. We had pulled the goalie, as they say. Brought in the top gun. Or rather a hundred little guns. Or better yet, little swimmers.
I’m getting carried away.
All I am trying to say is that “it was on.” We were finally ready to start trying and thinking of our future family. You know – him, me, baby.
It was all very exciting – and of course, fun! But that fun quickly turned into something else.
I should stop here and preface what is to come. A little disclaimer if you will.
If you read my first post, you will know that throughout my childhood I have always had a single image of my future in my mind: one of me pregnant. I should admit then, that in my “adult” years, I have had just one other premonition of my future. This time not an image, but a feeling. A feeling, as you might have guessed, that surrounded my pregnancy – or at least the idea of it.
Maybe because I wanted it so bad, my feeling – or more appropriately, my fear – was one that I would not be able to get pregnant. This I am sure is normal, and something a lot of women think about or feel at one point in their lives. But in a weird twist, I also felt that should I be able to get pregnant, I would be very very pregnant. Like absurdly pregnant – with multiples (in my head quadruples).
So there it was. Either I would be infertile. Or very very fertile. Hmm.
But alas, things were in motion. So I tried to press pause on my thoughts because ladies and gentlemen, IT WAS BABY TIME!
So lets just skip the feelings here and break it down nice and quick:
- We were just having fun. No real plan, no real baby. Though I was 3 days late.
- We had fun a little more regularly. A little plan but no little baby. I was 5 days late this time. (We’re on the right track, right?)
- We started tracking my ovulation. I like to call this time, scheduled fun. A better plan. Still no baby. This time I was 5 days early. WHAT THE?
- Still tracking but there was a road block up ahead. Shaheed was going to be out of town for 3 weeks, starting my first day of ovulation. But we tried anyways.
- Shaheed returns and we were all set to start having fun again. But I didn’t get my period. I’d been down this road before though, so I waited. And waited. And waited some more. On the 5th day of waiting, I decided that it was time to check.
STOP. IT’S BABY TIME. Say this like MC Hammer would. Now make up a dance to go with it. That is exactly what Shaheed and I did.
But this time, we did it almost silently.
Why? Because we lived with his parents at the time. In their basement to be exact. Dancing in the room directly under the living room where they were at that moment. And we wanted to be absolutely sure before we let anyone else in on our secret.
Two days later I had scheduled an appointment at a walk-in-clinic (ironic, right?) and I was congratulated for knowing how to pee on a stick!
I. Was. Pregnant.
The next step was telling our families (video at the end of the post).
Fast forward 3 weeks and cue my fear.
All of a sudden it was our 8-week ultrasound. Um, you see, when you find out you’re pregnant, you didn’t just get pregnant. That little peanut has been brewing for almost a month and despite all of your trying and having fun, you are already late for the party!
So with gel loaded onto my lower abdomen and Shaheed by my side, our technician proceeded to show us my uterus.
Technician: blah blah blah, membrane, blah blah, fluid, blah.
Technician: Do you see that little flicker…right there?
Us: Yes! (We really did – not just for pretend)
Technician: Well, that’s the heart beat.
Us: Awwwww! (cue teary eyes and huge smiles)
Technician: And do you see that other flicker over there?
Us: (blank stares)
Technician: See the flickers at the same time?
Us: (blank stares)
Technician: You’re having TWINS.
Me: SHUT UP.
….I mean “yyyyaaaaaaaayyyy”
Oh my goodness! In that moment, our technician saying we were having two felt like he was saying we were having four. And that is crazy! I may not be very very fertile, but it felt pretty close.
To my credit though, I was only shell-shocked for a week. And then the good ol’ go-with-the-flow girl was back and I just couldn’t wait…
…to get HUGE!
VIDEO – The two big reveals to family (we’re pregnant, and we’re double pregnant!):