When I was pregnant with the first set of twins, it was after a struggle with three years of infertility.
When I was pregnant with the second set of twins, it was after the loss of our son. The struggle of grief and guilt.
When I was pregnant with my first set of twins, I didn’t have a day of morning sickness.
When I was pregnant with my second set, I was sick every day until they were born. Morning, noon and night.
When I was pregnant with set number one I took everything, after the first twelve weeks, for granted.
With the second set, every day was a gift.
Pregnancy with Imogen and Madeline was innocent and new - that first flutter, kick, roll. The smells, cravings and body changes.
Pregnancy with Ivy and Noah was scary. I did not take the time to enjoy and appreciate all those blessings.
When I was pregnant with my first set of twins, I was young and niave.
With the second set, I felt old and jaded.
When I was pregnant with Imogen and Madeline, I didn’t know the sex of my babies until they were born. The ultrasound was a fairly new diagnostic tool.
When I was pregnant with Ivy and Noah, I not only knew that I was carrying a boy and a girl, I had 3D ultrasonic photos of their…um…private parts.
The first twins’ ultrasound, David almost fell off his chair and remained silent and pale for hours.
The second twins’ ultrasound was…almost identical (with the exception that David did not enquire if the second embryo floating on the screen was a fault in the machine).
With the first set of twins, I was ‘over it’ by the time I was 28 weeks.
With the second set, I was grateful to make it to 28 weeks.
But with both, as with all the others, above everything else, I was just happy to achieve pregnancy.
Now that I can’t have any more babies, I long for pregnancy even more.
This entry is part of the Crazy Hip Blog Mamas Collaboration.
Posted on October 27th, 2007 by Tiff
Filed under: babies
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