What it feels like to be pregnant with twins

What it feels like to be pregnant with twins

Channeling my inner Kevin from Home Alone, I said to myself, "This is it – don't get scared now!" I had a new goal: to bring two healthy, full-term babies into this world. To be honest, I haven't really looked back since.

Could my twin pregnancy have complications? Yes, and it did. Yet at each turn, I made a conscious, and often challenging, decision to turn to hope rather than worry. Carrying my twin boys to term has been the hardest challenge of my life so far.

After finding out I was pregnant with twins, the doctors' appointments doubled, and so did my waistline. I was put in the "high risk" category for a few reasons: my age (35), conceiving via IVF, and carrying twins. Because of this trifecta, I was in and out of the OB's office weekly.

We learned early on that my chances of delivering our twins vaginally were minimal at best. Thanks to gigantic fibroids blocking the way, the probability of an emergency c-section was high. I would do anything to avoid a complicated delivery. So right then and there, we scheduled our c-section and picked a birthday.

My first trimester required daily 5 a.m. progesterone in oil injections (in my rear). While trying to keep my breakfast down and watching my boobs grow at a rapid pace, I also attempted to hide my growing bump from coworkers. I was wearing maternity pants by 8 weeks, and by 9 weeks, my secret was out.

One of the perks of my twin pregnancy were frequent ultrasounds, which lessened my worries. And although there were some complications that we monitored with a perinatologist, I chose to see that additional risk factor as an opportunity to see my boys more often during checkups.

I started feeling my babies move at 19 weeks, and soon, with two babies on board, I had butts and fists flying all over the place. It sounds crazy, but I always knew who was who in my belly. I know twins move and switch places, but call it mother's intuition – I could tell my boys apart. I nicknamed Baby B "Spring Break" because he was always dancing around in my belly and waking me up with his late-night dance parties.

Between the two of them, someone was always on my bladder. When I needed to pee in the middle of the night, I had to wake my husband to help shove me out of bed because I couldn't get out alone. I mean, if that's not true love, what is?

My belly grew at such a rapid rate, I looked way farther along than I really was. I often thought to myself, 'If this keeps up at this pace, how big can this thing get?" I measured 11 cen ahead of what a singleton pregnancy would, so that cute basketball quickly turned into a giant planet. My belly grew so large it started garnering attention. Strangers at Target would come up, place their hands on my stomach, and ask me when I was due. People were always shocked to learn how much longer I had to bake. Without fail, I'd get a slew of questions.

"Do twins run in your family?"

"Are they identical?"

"Were you shocked when you found out?"

And honestly, I was so happy to be pregnant that I didn't mind the Target-aisle chats, but there were times when I was overly tired or hungry and sarcasm would take over. My replies got salty:

"Do twins run in your family?"

"Only if they're being chased."

"Were you shocked when you found out you were having twins?"

"No, because we had sex twice."

As a teacher, I was thankful to be heading into my third trimester just as summer break started. This meant I didn't have to be on my feet all day. Up to that point, teaching while growing twins had been doable. I was exhausted at the end of each day, but I managed. At 29 weeks, my fundal height was pushing 40. For reference, that's the size of a singleton pregnancy womb on the due date.

So there I was, with a belly looking like it was ready to pop, and another nine weeks to go. From that point on, it was all about getting to the finish line. I started to get super uncomfortable. Insomnia kicked in and I became perpetually exhausted. My hormones took a huge swing and I was emotional. I could look at a squirrel crossing the street and cry at the thought of it getting hit by a car.

But I kept crawling towards my due date, one day at a time. The days were long, and my body was stretched to the max.

Two days before my scheduled c-section, I leaked everywhere and thought, "This is it! My water just broke. It's go time!" I headed to the hospital with the intent of popping out our boys, and was quickly turned around and told to come back on my due date. I had simply peed my pants.

"I'll see you on Tuesday morning!" I shouted to the nurse as I slowly waddled back to my car. It wasn't until the night before delivery that I actually questioned my ability to be a parent:Was I ready to take on two babies at once? Could I do this? What if something goes wrong during delivery? I was determined to stay positive, but the doubt crept in.

And there I was, that early morning in August: D Day. I walked into the hospital, never having gone into labor, and checked in with the same nurse who had sent me home two days prior. We made it. My miracle pregnancy with my full-term twins. Our boys came into the world screaming a few short hours later – and, well, the noise really hasn't stopped since.

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