Its tough to look back and recall things that were happening then. Technically tomorrow we’re at 8wks. I hope to catch things up within the next couple of days.
This is six weeks!
This week we added this plush green carpet that matched the curtains we already had purchased during our IUI days. Behind Megan is the menagerie of IVF medications required… still.
On that note. We are still doing meds (daily oral meds, daily bum shot ((which we call “booty juice, psych nurse thing)) 3xdaily “vagie pills” , 4 estrogen patches changed every other day and 3xdaily folic acid), which really sucks for Megan. They really hijack her body and they make her really, very uncomfortable. I am running out of space to give her the booty juice. Megan has been experiencing some spotting, which is completely terrifying, but equally normal. After everything we’ve invested and been through, it’s tough not to over think things.
We got to see them.
That’s right, I said “them”, as in TWINS! Two beating hearts. It was so magical. I couldn’t be in the room with Megan, but she had me on video chat so, essentially, I was there.
We decided to tell our family about twins at the anatomy reveal (which I believe is around 20 wks or so.) Initially we were going to wait until they were born for the surprise, but Megan and I agree, anticipation is part of the fun. Also, I don’t think we can keep a secret like that for very long.
Seeing their heart beats made everything a bit more real for me. Truly, I think there will be a part of be who doesn’t truly embrace parenthood until I can hold them in my arms. Perhaps that is part of being a father, or a non-gestational parent.
On that note, I have always wanted to be called “Mum.” Recently however through my experiences as a non gestational parent, I have been toying with the idea of being called “Da.” Its what Irish kiddos call their fathers (Megan is SUUUUUUper Irish) and my name is Aman”da”. Skrew gender norms. 🙂