Apparently they’re approximately the length of a pea pod at thirteen weeks.
I was incredibly vague for that twelve week update, so I thought I’d go into details now.
In a minute.
Plus we received more information and I COMPLETELY LOST MY MIND.
There was howling.
There was vomiting.
There was much snot.
And there was a difficult talk between P and I that Really Needed To Happen ™ and based on how much better I felt the next day, I needed that crying vomitous release and / or that difficult talk.
I still feel Really Intense. Terrified. Worried.
It’s a little disturbing, if you think about it.
I posted this to social media:
“Twin updates: growing normally. Definitely two eggs. Each twin has their own amniotic sac and placenta. Which is ideal. The gynaecologist is pleased.”
A is for Allies in this awesome film by Equinox.
It also stands for Agenders. And Asexuals. And Aromantics.
And so much more.
First, let’s take a minute to review how highly improbable this pregnancy IS.
We’re in shock.
But also ecstatic.
I’m in a very odd place because, yes, Pontus and I had a long conversation about how many children years ago – TWO – because he had a miserable time as the middle child.
And while I would’ve been fine with one, Pontus felt strongly that siblings were vital.
And once I had Sasha, I wanted another one immediately.
But when I was a child and I imagined having children, I imagined that I wanted to have one pregnancy with twins – a boy and a girl.
It was a very specific idea and one completely not based in reality because twins don’t run in our family at all.
Did you read this article about how I have craptastic eggs?
Let me sum up:
When my partner and I decided to have children, we decided to have two children. One at a time. We removed the birth control and were instantly pregnant. We have since found out that the chances of this happening are as low as five percent.
The original plan was have a child, when the child is eighteen months old, make another one.
It hasn’t worked out that way.
Now I know what you’re thinking and the answer is …
Let me emphasize how FAR it is from all the way up north to all the way down… to the middle of the Netherlands.
Okay, it’s not that far.
But some of us got up at four thirty even though we set the alarm for five thirty cause we were SO FREAKING EXCITED!
I did my best. I was overtime. And then I wasn’t. And I almost started crying. The audience laughed a lot. Both men and women told me they cried afterwards. There were some amazing speeches tho. And I wasn’t in the top three.
This is my speech.
I’m flying along at forty thousand feet. I’m dressed in layers. I’m in the window seat. I’ve settled in for a long seven hour SLEEP.
Then I hear those magical words, “Chicken or Pasta”.
I’m WIDE AWAKE.
Chicken or pasta.
Do I want the healthier chicken or the TEMPTING pasta?
Chicken or pasta is a simple question. Other questions can be a bit more complicated.
What should I study? What will my career be? Will I date that guy? Will I marry that girl? Do I rent or buy a house? Do I want children?
Contest Chair and fellow decision makers, if you have focus – if you know your way forward, making difficult decisions can be easier.