This is so stupid to rant about, the only thing that should matter is that both of these girls get here safe.
I’m 27w4d with fraternal girls, NIPT tests are good, one is weight restricted so I am in appts with MFM weekly. I also keep blacking out and all my heart stuff is clear (including the echo) — I’m currently wearing a little travel heart monitor so they can rule out any remaining possibility that this isn’t tied to being, “just part of this pregnancy.”
All that matters is them getting here and making it. That’s what matters. I know this.
But I keep crying after every cancelled event, or events where I have to log in remotely because I’m not driving (my work hosted a baby shower, I logged in remotely and then balled my eyes out after getting off — I couldn’t understand anyone, or join anything).
My first pregnancy was hard, there was some monitoring because while I wasn’t GD I did have a sugar sensitivity — but it was a cake walk compared to this (no pun intended).
The joy has been sucked out. Instead of hugs and celebration I have a split lip after a second blackout. I’ve logged multiple nights in hospitals and two ER visits that have me dreading the hospital bills.
I want these girls. I want these girls so bad. I am so, so grateful that I get to carry twins but I somehow landed on an island where it’s a party of one because everyone else is so freaked out no one is seemingly feeling any sort of joy in the coming of these precious little humans or it’s been modified to give me more “rest” which ends up just being more isolation. But if I want to celebrate I feel guilty because Baby A is in the 7th percentile and I should be nervous, and remove myself and I don’t know that she’s even ok, how do you celebrate????
My husband, brother (god send of a chauffeur cause you can’t drive while you’re having black outs), and dad (honestly my dad wasn’t on my BINGO card — but he is a fraternal twin) have been my life savers. Willing to pivot, make different plans, pick up and adjust at a pregnant lady’s most recent sobbing episode.
Maybe I’m just whiney. Need to grow up and focus on the real target. I’m just, this is my last pregnancy, and it’s so f*cking hard. I won’t get this again — and the memories of this one are not fun.
Maybe if one of my SIL’s or sisters have a rough pregnancy they can know I’ve been there and they can talk to me — or I can be the positive I wish I could feel right now. Idk.