Currently I am 14 weeks and 2 days along in my twin pregnancy (yes, I am counting every day right now) and I have to admit that this has been the hardest thing that I have ever physically been through in my entire life. I have been so grateful to talk to other twin moms and hear that I am not alone in having a hard pregnancy and this is why I feel I need to start this blog. I will go back and tell about my time for the past 10 weeks, but I have to admit that it won't be exciting in the fact of all happy and pleasant. I want other moms out there to know that they aren't alone and that there is support of knowing you are not the only one who has gone through hard times. Pregnancy has never been a love of mine and only has gotten worse with each one.
A little bit about myself to start off. I grew up in North Ogden Utah and lived in the same house for almost 18 years when I graduated from Weber High School and moved to Cedar City Utah to attend Southern Utah University as a nursing major. I was accepted into nursing school right out of high school and so I became a LPN at the age of 18 and an RN at the age of 19. I was called the Doogie Howser of nursing (if you remember that from the 90's). I have loved being a nurse, but being a nurse means that I worry more because I have seen the worst. I married my husband when I was 19 and he was almost 23 and we lived in Cedar City until 2003 when we moved to Rogers Arkansas. I have 4 beautiful children, 3 girls ages 12, 8, and 5, and a boy age 3. I wanted to be done having kids after my boy was born. When I would (and still now) see a pregnant woman it makes me feel sick to my stomach and I start to feel sorry for her that she is pregnant and probably miserable, because this is how I felt my last pregnancy. MISERABLE. As soon as I could I got rid of all my maternity clothes so I never had to look at them again. I have very large babies and so I get very large at the end. I was not ready though to tie the tubes up and call it good. I really wanted to, but I just didn't feel right about it yet. About 2 years ago we moved from a smaller 3 bedroom 1800 sq. ft home to a larger 3200 sq ft home with plenty of space. This is when my husband started mentioning that he would love to have another kid. I didn't even want to go there to that discussion. A few months later, his twin brother (yes, my husband is a twin), announced they were going to have another baby. This was going to be their 3rd baby. Even though we still had more kids than his brother, this made my husband really want to have another one. I still was resistant to the idea and it wasn't until 8 months ago that I decided to start praying about it to see if it was right. I did pray about it and felt that it wasn't the right time yet to start trying. I got my IUD removed at that time. A few months ago in May, my kids randomly starting talking about having another baby in the family. In fact, my 5 year old would tell me that I was going to have 2 babies. She was pretty sure about that. I decided it was time to start trying, but I told my husband I only wanted to try for 3 months and if it didn't work then it wasn't right and we could be done....for good! I guess it was right because the first month I was pregnant.
