"It's a girl!" he said at week twenty. Indeed she was.
"You'll get an ultrasound every two weeks for the next few months," he told me. So today, at my second appointment, I got to see my babies again. Except this time I wasn't hyperventilating. This time I eagerly watched as my doctor pointed out two tiny beating hearts, heads, limbs. Twins are difficult to see in ultrasound at this point in pregnancy because they block each other. One of the babies (Baby A) is hidden behind "Baby B", who I was able to get a much better look at, although you wouldn't know it from these blurry snaps:
Baby B's front (10 weeks, 2 days):
Baby A's back... ish (10 weeks, 4 days):
Baby A is two days larger than baby B, which is normal and totally healthy. Two weeks ago they were measuring two days differently as well. And this time, because I wasn't hysterical I was actually able to ask my doctor questions. (I do NOT need to be eating 1,000 extra calories. Doctor thinks I'm an ideal candidate for a vaginal delivery, that most doctors are C-section happy when it comes to twins when, for many women, it's perfectly doable.) I came home and promptly tossed every book that led me to believe otherwise. The only thing worse than What to Expect When You're Expecting is What to Expect When You're Undoubtedly Going to Have a C-Section and Must eat a Shitload of Crap in Order to Deliver Healthy Babies.
Shut up, books. Just shut your front cover.
The babies are in separate sacs with separate placentas but there's still a possibility that they could be identical (identical twins can be in different sacs depending on when egg splits). If they are indeed the same sex, we won't know until they're born whether they share identical DNA. Fascinating fun. (ED: I'm feeling a boy/girl vibe. Hal is, too. That might be because we have a boy and a girl at home and their vibes have infiltrated us OR we could be psychic. We shall see.)
Also, and I know I've said it before, to any Los Angeles based mothers-to-be who are in the market for an incredible OBGYN, email me. My guy is OBGYN-Kenobi. Not joking. The fact that I get to see him every two weeks is a thrill.
Almost as thrilling as it is to peek inside my uterus and see those tiny dancers.
By the end of this pregnancy I'll have enough ultrasound stills to create an animated feature short subject. Oscars '13, here we come.
GGC & A & B