Announcing a pregnancy these days is like art. Creative photos involving your other children, spouse, maybe even your pets. Chalkboard walls, pretty props, balloons, maybe a cake or two. If one was really clever and had oodles of time, perhaps even a movie poster type thing, or a video of some kind, with an appropriate sound track.
I had some ideas to announce my third pregnancy. I had decided on a date (April, when this first trimester is over!), even had a series of pictures in mind to shoot, and ta da! Reveal!
Life doesn’t always go as planned.
As evidenced by the fact that we had decided we were two and through. We had even gone to the extent of purging baby stuff, giving away a bunch of clothes and I looked forward to some Me time as the boys got older.
We changed our minds. I can’t tell you why exactly, after we were so sure before that we were done. I guess deep down, we weren’t really done. I wasn’t done. Three suddenly felt like THE right number.
So, three kids. We were ready (at last) for three kids.
Halfway through my 7th week of pregnancy, I was admitted to the hospital when I had been bleeding for 3 days. I feared the worst. I was losing my baby. I spent a fitful night in the hospital (under observation), bleeding less (thanks to the drugs), convinced I was not destined to be a mother of three (sort of right in a way).
My obstetrician came by the next morning for my ultrasound. I was never so nervous as I was done. I was praying sticky thoughts, “Please baby, please be alive and well!”.
We didn’t see one baby. We saw two.
“My dear, you have twins,” announced my doctor.
“What?” said I, Captain Obvious.
He went on to show me my babies. BABIES. Both well, both growing in track, both hearts beating strong.
The bleeding was probably because of the tiny blood clot he detected, but he wasn’t overly concerned, and I’m on a twice-daily course of a drug that keeps it ay bay.
I wanted to tell the world about our twins. TWINS! Not only was I not losing my pregnancy, I was having twins. This is the stuff of miracles. Instead of the three we planned, we have been gifted with four.
Instead of going with my series of creative pictures in April to announce the pregnancy, I opted to share our good news on Facebook at 8.5 weeks. I had a dream the night before that, to tell the world. I don’t normally put much stock into dreams, but it felt right. The flood of congratulations, well wishes and good thoughts told me that sharing good news is never the wrong thing to do.
I am now nearly at the end of my first trimester. The twins (fraternal, if you’re wondering) are growing on track, as they should be.
I am so very grateful that we changed our minds.
When did you get your last surprise?