A couple weeks later our blood results came back and the transfer was successful - we were pregnant 🙏🏻 We had our first ultrasound and one little babe appeared on the screen! I cried at the sound of that sweet heartbeat. I also cried because the last time I heard a heartbeat inside of me, it was Ember’s. Hello #ptsd. Of course we were so happy it worked, although I’d be lying if I wasn’t a little bummed that only one took. I had talked myself into the idea of how amazing twins would have been. I let myself feel that only for a little while and then tried to shift my thoughts. We were now also super curious because we didn’t know if it was the boy or girl?
A couple weeks later we went back for our last ultrasound with the RE before being transferred to an OB. Wouldn’t you know, TWO heartbeats showed up on the screen! After spending the last couple weeks talking to ourselves OUT of twins “Oh, twins would have been so hard”... “It would have been so much more high risk” etc. And here we were, two little flutters on the screen. I was in shock.
I said to our RE, “So they both took then? The boy and the girl?” He replied- “Actually it looks like they are identical. One of the embryos split. So it’s either two boys or two girls!” #plottwist
Me: “I want you to say something sweet to me”
Him: “chocolate” 🤦🏽♀️
Also, I had to pull a photo of us all the way back from Easter of last year....big indication we don’t take enough photos together anymore 😬 (better fix that!)