August 17th. The day of our first ultrasound:
Tyler left work, lying saying that he had to go to a doctor’s appointment. Neglecting the fact that the appointment wasn’t, in fact for him, but for me. Because, I was pregnant. I remember being so nervous waiting for the ultrasound, sitting next to Tyler in the waiting room with a stack of papers to fill out. I remember being told to “go leave a sample”, in other words, to go pee in a cup. Little did I know, I would become an expert on “leaving a sample” with how many OB visits I had.
Before we went to the appointment, I told Tyler I felt like something was different. I wasn’t exactly sure what it was, but I didn’t feel pregnant. I didn’t want to say it out loud, but I anticipated walking in to that appointment, to leave with the news that I wasn’t pregnant.
The ultrasound tech had Tyler sit in a chair in the corner, and had me lay on the table. She started to use the abdominal ultrasound, but couldn’t find a clear picture. She switched to the wand, initially looking at my ovaries. Then, my uterus. Then rolling over the baby.
“There’s one……there’s the other.”
There were two babies, and I was 5 weeks along. Tyler and I began to cry, and everything after that became a blur. We walked out with the ultrasound picture in so much shock. Tyler was panicking about having to tell someone, because he couldn’t keep a secret like this without at least telling one person. At this time, he was transitioning from living in his brother’s house to moving into my parent’s house, where I had been living for a few months. Somehow we had to hide the secret that we were having twins until we got the “all-clear” at 12 weeks…
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