“Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you. Before you were born, I set you apart.” Jeremiah 1:5
I sure wish I had kept up with a blog when I was pregnant so I could remember every single detail. I’m having so much fun reminiscing though.
So June 2, the pregnancy was confirmed by (EXTREMELY HIGH) HCG levels. Because they were literally off the charts, we suspected there were twins. On Friday, June 24 Dr. Deaton visualized 2 strong heartbeats. It was almost surreal to see the flickering on the screen. Those were my babies? I was carrying two precious miracles? He went through all the logistics of a twin pregnancy (50% are c-sections, I will not make it to 40 weeks, etc.), gave us an “official” due date (I use that term loosely because it was simply when I would be 40 weeks. Not when the babies would be born. He guessed they’d come early January. He was only off by 2 days.), and sent us back to Dr. Callahan. It was so emotional, after seeing these people ALL.THE.TIME. since March we had grown attached to each other. They gave us these 2 onesies, we all cried together then went dancing out the doorway. We did it. I was pregnant. God’s grace had NEVER been more evident in my life than the moment I saw that ultrasound.
I was fearful that a twin pregnancy would be super hard. In the end though, we were so blessed that I never had any problems. I was considered high risk, but all multiple pregnancies are. I was sent to an MFM (Maternal-Fetal Medicine) specialist because of a history of blood clots. A quick scan and family medical history appointment along with instructions to take a baby aspirin every day cured that. At the very, very beginning I had a subchorionic hematoma which eventually dissolved on its own. At that appointment, I casually mentioned to the doctor that I was feeling a little nauseous. She gave me a prescription for Diclegis, which was a game changer. I took 4 (!!!!!!) of those a day and felt amazing. Then one day I thought I could handle it and didn’t need to take it anymore, I vomited all day long. So I didn’t do that again until I was in the 3rd trimester.
Late July, I got out my heat press and my Silhouette cameo and made these onesies. They were my first project on my 2 favorite crafting machines. All of these syringes, needles, medication, every bit of it was used to sustain this pregnancy. I was so devastated after the first failed attempt that I threw away everything from that cycle.
I gained 27 lbs during the entire pregnancy and lost it all before Spencer even came home from the hospital. I never had any cravings, and was never uncomfortable. My feet were very swollen, but they never hurt. I did have some problems sleeping (I’m a belly sleeper and that was impossible after like 2 months). I remember towards the end I would have to run to the bathroom between EVERY SINGLE CLASS. Y’all, that means I was going to the bathroom every 45 minutes!
Because I was labeled “high risk”, we had several ultrasounds. I loved seeing my sweet babies. September 13, we had our highly anticipated anatomy scan. I wanted a gender reveal party and the only way Jeremy would agree to one was if he could find out the genders at the appointment. Fine with me. I squeezed my eyes shut and plugged my ears while the ultrasound tech typed on the screen what the genders were. I only had to wait until that Saturday. I usually HATE surprises. Like I’ll read the ends of books because I am so eager to know the endings. That Friday Jeremy went and got the bouquet of balloons and they were upstairs in our bonus room. I wanted to find out in front of everyone so I never peeked. Didn’t even want to. Who is this girl?
I opened Baby B’s box and before I let the balloons out, I peeked in. They were blue. When I saw Jeremy’s pink balloons flying out, it was just more than I could have ever imagined. A boy and a girl were EXACTLY what I wanted. The best of both worlds. Not only was God giving me the desires of my heart with twins, He was even giving me the genders I wanted.
“Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift!” 2 Corinthians 9:15