Yes, you heard that right - I went into today's ultrasound just hoping that Baby A was doing well, and fully expecting to see Baby B's empty sac. But within seconds of the picture coming up, we saw two heartbeats...wow!
Baby A is looking great - measured exactly 7 weeks 2 days and had a heartbeat of 135bpm. You could clearly see the yolk sac and the amniotic sac, along with the embryo. Baby B was harder to see as he/she is sitting further back in the uterus and very close to the uterine wall. This is probably why we didn't see anything last time. She did get a clear heartbeat, which came in at 129bpm. Her best guess at measurement was 6 weeks 6 days, which is 3 days behind the other, but she acknowledged that there is some fudge factor because it was hard to get a clear picture. My RE said that while Baby B is behind Baby A, it still seems to be within normal range and she felt 80% good that the baby will be just fine.
My head is spinning. First I had to get over the shock of likely having twins, then I had to get comfortable with losing one, and then wham! We're back in twinland again! My husband looked a bit wide-eyed for the first time in this whole process. Before this he's been pretty calm - didn't even freak out when we first thought we were having twins. I told him that he's just been in denial, and he laughingly agreed there was some truth to that. But I think things are starting to sink in for him now, and he's realizing that this seems to really be happening. It is totally surreal...
I am just praying now that both babies develop appropriately, and that I am able to give birth to two healthy babies. I hope I don't have too horrendous a pregnancy either, but I guess I'll have to prepare myself for some bumps in the road.
These days I'm feeling okay - and by okay I mean queasy most of the day, gassy, bloated, tired, and spaced out. My breasts are ENORMOUS - I have already gone up a cup size, and desperately need to find the energy to go bra shopping. I find that I feel much better when I am up and about, so I've been trying to get out of the apartment and walk around during the day. But as soon as I come home to rest the nausea and generally crummy feeling kicks in. Oh, and I am gaining weight like a Trojan. I haven't figured out the "small meals" thing yet - I am just eating all of the time to stave off nausea, and it's showing!
I'm sorry if this sounds like I am complaining and less than overjoyed. Behind all of the anxieties and nausea is a sense of deep, deep happiness. I am so frigging lucky to have made it this far, and I know it!
Oh, and thanks to everyone for their advice on my last post about sharing medical records with my RE. I decided I will do it if she wants them - having said that, this visit she didn't even ask me about them. I think she's forgotten about it. But thanks again to you ladies, it's awesome having so many smart, experienced people to ask about this stuff!