You’re expecting twins!

My tears had halted momentarily, had I heard right? Was she saying that to me? I looked over at Paul who was still holding my hand as tightly, I could see the excitement, disbelief, incredulity under his skin, his face was twitching ever so slightly and he looked as if he was about to boil over with joy.


As I lay down on the bed and lifted my top exposing my bare tummy to the scanologist (sorry can’t think of the right name for the lady scanner!) I went into panic mode. I was 8 weeks pregnant and the last two times I had reached this stage I had then discovered they were blighted ovums, where the baby had never formed in the sac or had been reabsorbed early on and therefore ending in miscarriage. I was shaking, in my heart I knew this was our last attempt. There was no way I could keep on putting myself through the agony of  joy-hope-failure. The scanning room for me held bad memories and I wasn’t feeling comfortable. In a desperate attempt to reassure myself, I surrepstitiously squeezed my boobs ‘Ouch!’ Good they were still painful and that meant pregnancy hormones were still in my body. I told the woman my history, a devastating loss at 5 months when we lost our little girl followed by two blighted ovums.

‘Thank you for telling me that.’ I’m sure I detected an Australian accent and then the room fell silent as she started to move the contraption over the gel on my tummy, the air heavy around me with suspense. Paul’s breathing was faster and our hands were held in a tight grip. I couldn’t bare him to go through the disappointment again and I was alreadystarting to feel a failure, my heart bomb diving into a black abyss. May Day! May Day!

I watched the lady looking intent at the screen moving the scan back and forth across my midriff. My bad voice piped up matter of factly ‘Nothing there again.’ and the tears started. Very slowly, very silently and I gripped Paul’s hand even harder trying desperately to make everything ok and hold on to positivity.

‘I’m so sorry to keep you waiting,’ she said. ‘I was just checking there aren’t three in there!’

‘Three?’ (I know! I’m so slow to get stuff – it had never dawned on me that I could possibly be a mother of twins even if Paul is a twin, I’d only ever asked for one!)

‘Yes!’ she exclaimed gleefully, relieved herself that her news was so good for us.’You’re expecting twins.’

‘How are their heartbeats?’ I immediately went into concerned mode wanting to cross all the T’s and dot the i’s.

‘Wonderfully strong heartbeats.’ Everything looks to be absolutely perfect.’

‘Can’t be!’ – that was the bad voice picking up again trying to ruin the moment but I was so shocked and utterly stunned I took no notice of it for once focusing on the good TWO WONDERFULLY STRONG HEARTBEATS. More tears fell but this time they were warm and tears of joy, the lady handed me some paper to wipe away the gel put I couldn’t care less about the gel I was pregnant and what’s more I was expecting twins, Paul took the paper and cleaned my tummy for me as we waited for the print out and our photos.

She gave us more photos than she should have done for our £4.00, I imagine she was very relieved to have been able to pass on our wonderful news and felt generous, after all who would find out her crime? I certainly wouldn’t have told a soul and these images I treasured for the following 8 months whilst I waited in angst until my beautiful little girls entered the world safe and sound.

This is my Flashback Friday for this week inspired very much by Karin at Cafe Bebe who is expecting and asked when I first found out I was expecting twins. Many women in pregnancy often get a thought ‘Maybe it’s twins?’ during the first months until the first scan can verify who and how many are inside. That thought comes from no where. Thrown at you casually from the universe to leave you wondering for weeks. I did get one of those thoughts but I was so anxious and so focused on just having ONE healthy baby I ignored it and let it go so it was a massive surprise that day to be told. In fact that day we both walked around stunned. Even the following few nights I would wake in the early hours and just ask Two? and reply Two! and fall back to sleep again in disbelief.

I kept a dairy throughout that pregnancy it was an online diary which also talks of many other things happening in my life during that period (teenage daughter living at home anyone?) I’m currently going through it and making it readable and focusing on the twin pregnancy and then I will post it for any other pregnant mum who may want to read it.

Now head over and see all the other Flashbacks over at Cafe Bebe

The Gallery – My favourite photo

You know, I’d like to invite the lovely Tara Cain round here to help me choose my favourite photo. I mean does this lady have any idea of the amount of photos I have? She hasn’t a clue to my dreadful archive system which basically is non existant making this task a very difficult one indeed.

If she did take me up on the offer, I could probably bore her to tears for a few weeks showing her snap after snap after snap. I mean you know you’re in trouble when someone digs out their dusty photo albums after dinner ‘…and this one was in London’ ‘mmm nice,’ your reply and your heart fills with dread as you can see pages and pages yet to get through.

I wouldn’t put you through that and I haven’t been through all my old albums of ‘real’ photos as I haven’t set up my brand new printer yet so I just had a peek at my external hard drive (check me out) I’ve probably got about 6 photos, each one carrying a certain memory locked in time and therefore a special place in my heart.

'Twins????' 'Really?'

Not technically ‘my’ photo.

After three miscarriages, one at 21 weeks, we finally heard those magic words ‘ You’re expecting twins’ and as any twin mum will tell you, the shock, the happiness and the disbelief set in all at once. I walked around for the next few weeks until the 12 week scan questioning myself ‘Two?’ out loud over and over. Happy days :)

A beautiful crisp, autumn evening

This one is mine, it was looking out the back bedroom at our old house on the Croft. We backed onto a playing field and that tree in the centre is a Walnut tree and judging bythe span of it’s lower branches, ancient.

Key Lime Pie mmmm

When Paul and I lost our little girl back in 2006 we were both completely devastated, we had tried so hard and time for me was running out as I had passed 40. It was a particularly sad and harrowing time for us and to try and break away from it all we booked a holiday to the States, Florida to be precise. Our favourite stop of all time has to be Key West at the tip of the Florida Quays. A magical place where you can’t help but have a smile on your face. I have 100’s of photos I took there but have chosen this one to share with you as it mentions the Key Lime Pie which you really MUST try if you go there. Don’t you just love those chairs?

Ready for the Take That concert on a girl's night out

This one is of me! But of course you know that. I am on a girl’s night out at Wembly waiting to see Take That which if I can get tickets I will be going to again given half a chance! Probably one of the nicest photos of me, again not ‘mine’ technically but one I actually quite like.

So Tara, from thousands of shots I have narrowed it down a bit for you, I now leave it up to you and the viewers to choose their favourite and as yesterday’s post was photos of the children I have purposely left them out, otherwise we’d be here for days :)

Ciao ciao