So my morning sickness, aka all day sickness, aka all day campout on the bathroom floor, has gotten pretty bad. I got a prescription and that wasn't doing much. It got so bad that I dragged myself into the doctors office (guilting the lovely nurses into letting me be the last patient of the night too, I might add). A giant gravol needle in the arm and a told to take gravol every couple hours to get some fluid back into me, or a trip to the ER and an IV would be necessary. A little bit scary... but not nearly as scary as when the doctor asks if the sickness was this bad in previous pregnancies. No, not quite this bad, I tell him.
"Well it's good that you're going in for your ultrasound this week, because progressively worse morning sickness can indicate {insert dooms day music here} twins."
Now I don't have anything against twins. In my pre-baby days I always kind of thought having twins would be neat (and a nice way to get the family done in one fell swoop). But now... My body could barely hold on to Trent for 32 weeks. Pregnancy and being a new mom were hard on me, physically and emotionally. I can't imagine how I would fit TWO babies into my body.
Then tonight on the phone, Shawn mentions what the Dr had said and his mother snickers and says that twins run in their family. Eff me! Shawn thinks it's funny and would be "super cool, we could call them Jim and Tim". Jack ass.
This mama is keeping her fingers and toes crossed for just one baby.
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