Chronicles of a Twin Mom: November 2012

The kids would not wear their sunglasses.

We are surprised and happy to announce that we are expecting a baby April 2013. Yes that is correct a baby in 2013 and yes we will have 3 under 3. This little blessing shocked and surprised us and went undetected for 13.5 weeks. Yes I am now a believer in the show "I didn't know I was pregnant" I seriously thought that show was a joke and seriously how could anyone not know they were pregnant. I mean really, seriously there's no way that can really happen. Oh yah it did and I'm now a believer. So let's go back to all the obvious signs that I should have picked up on.

Now here is my disclaimer:

We went through fertility treatments where I barely produced enough eggs to become embryos, my embryos were not even freezable, my only two embryos we implanted only had a rating of a C and a D, and they said we only had a 60% chance of getting one baby with those piss poor ratings. Next on that agenda we were under the impression that it was physically impossible to reproduce. This is in our eyes a true miracle and I'm already having a waaay better experience as a pregnant person. I'm able to work out, and actually hear positive things from the doctors. They are watching this pregnancy very closely as a result of the pre term labor previously. Weekly injections of progesterone are being administrated by "the bull" aka "father of 3 to be" to get us to 39 weeks. Last time at 20 weeks I was on a modified bed rest, no exercise, sleeping in a recliner, and wearing a back brace. So this go around has definitely been a better experience.

Leading up to the shocking discovery:

Incident #1: I went to Homeland and while walking through the aisle I found some cheese whiz, bought it, and ate it in the car on the way home. I told Richard I bought it and his response, what? you don't eat that shit. No I don't, I don't know why it just sounded good.

Incident #2: I mentioned to Meredith, gosh I feel so hungry and like I have this ravenous appetite. Do you think it's my metabolism messed up from not being able to work out?

Incident #3: Puking from the dirty diapers, still had not caught on at this point. (kids had been sick so I just figured it was going around)

Incident #4: The medication they had me on was not giving me my period but I kept waiting.

Incident #5: The tatas magically came back but again I thought it was this hormone medicine.

The Realization:

Realization #1: Babe I'm starting to freak myself out, I feel like I have all the symptoms of being pregnant but that's impossible. He laughs, my response, it's really not funny. Again at this point I go another 3 days because that's just not possible.

Realization #2: I drive by the sewage in Moore and think I'm going to puke in my car. I call Richard and tell him I really don't feel good and that he needs to pick the kids up. There is no way I can go in that daycare feeling the way I do.

Happy Birthday to me....10/10--The Discovery

Finally I get home and come to terms with I'm going to look further into this. Test = Positive Result! What theeee?!?!?! Drive straight to the store, take another one. Test = No lines at all! What theee?!?!?!? Okay I'm going to wait till the morning. I'm on the internet all night long looking for answers to false positives, typing away, searching baby center, and of course not sleeping. Test number 3 = Positive! Neither of us believe it so I call the doctors office with the list of medication and leave a long message for the nurse verifying if this medication gives false positives. The nurse calls back and says no. My response---"I'm a fertility patient I don't know what normal people do in this situation? I need more proof ASAP!! I need blood, I need blood confirmation, I have to have blood and need to know the earliest we can confirm this. The nurse's response you can come now if you like. 24 hours later while driving to OU/TX we get the call confirming what we thought was impossible. After sheer shock set in I came to my senses and had to call back to confirm HCG levels and to make sure that those levels indicated one not two. Even though I know two is physically impossible I had to double check. The levels were very high so according to the numbers we decided it had to be about 9-12 weeks.

Fast forward two weeks and we find out it's actually 16 weeks after seeing the high risk doc. Again this is after my ob looks at the ultra sound and says in shock your 15 weeks. Sheer panic goes through my head. I've had x rays, a girls weekend, labor day weekend, OU football games, anti inflammatory from my foot, oh and the hormones. After another night of no sleep my persistence pays off and I magically get into the high risk doctor which was originally scheduled for another two weeks. They told me people do not cancel but we will put you on the wait list just in case for both offices. Turns out ten minutes later they called me back with an open appointment

All blood work came back as being a healthy little one so we are accepting our news and preparing for life as a twin mom plus one or 3 under 3. To be honest I'm completely freaking out, nervous, and hoping for everything to run smoothly. The biggest goal is to get to term without all the complications we had previously. Oh and the second goal is for us to not find out the sex of the baby. Well that is if I can go the entire time without finding out.

On to big bro and big sis:
Blake had tubes put in her ears on Halloween, both caught the flu so we had a full week of sick babies, vomit, and lots of unhappiness. Both went to work with me and destroyed my office pulling every paper out of every spot and dumping absolutely everything out. No way you could tell they were as sick as they were. We went trick or treating with Elle and Riley and the kids all had a blast asking for treats. They really didn't know what they were getting till Uncle Chad gave them a taste of what they were getting. After that we could not keep them out of the candy. Since the tubes Blake's words have been coming along greatly. We are working very hard to break her from screaming for things and encouraging words as much as possible.

Dax continues to say thank you as he steals something from his sister and the other day I heard the words stop it Blake come out. I turned to Richard and ask if he heard what I thought we heard. This taught me that we have little parakeets in our home as I say stop it all the time.

Both love to run from us, play outside, and get into everything.

Enjoy our favorite pics by Sharlee Rother Photograpy.

Shanna and Richard who has now been dubbed back to "the bull" for the time being.