So this little womb-dweller of ours is a stinker!
When I went in to see the midwives (I see a hospital-based midwife group as my "back up" if a home birth doesn't work out for whatever reason) the first time a couple of weeks ago, I got a quick ultrasound to assure that there really was a baby in there.
And there was.
Then the sweet midwife said, "Hmmm. Do you normally keep weird things in your uterus?"
"Um, not usually. WHY?" I asked, wary.
"Well, I said there was only one in there, but that might not be true."
Guys, if I'd been standing, I would have needed to lie down. As it was, the room got a bit spinny.
Basically, there was a "twin-marker" but she couldn't find another baby.
"Ah, well. Come back in a month. We'll figure it out," said she.
I agreed, until I left. Then I realized a month was too long to sit and wonder how many people I had squatting in my uterus. Amazingly just as I was thinking that, the midwife called to say the doctor wanted to rule out twins immediately.
24 hours and a doctor-ordered very full bladder later (do not make a pregnant woman drink 32 oz of water an hour before her "appointment" and then make her wait an additional HOUR! I was uncomfortable to say the least) it was confirmed:
JUST ONE BABY.
I was surprised at how unspeakably relieved I was.
Twins would be wonderful, I'm sure. But as it stands, I'm going to have five children in less than 7 years. It's enough for now. One at a time is a nice deal.
So, now we've got just the one in there. (Confirmed again today after a scare. NOT fun.) So, we can move forward, with just the one.
I don't want to sound ungrateful. Twin would be a blessing. But so is just ONE baby at a time.
Good baby, way to have not split into two when you were just a blastocyst. Thank you, sweetheart.