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Infertility kinda sucks.



I’m nearly halfway there. At least. With twins, there’s a good chance I’m more than halfway there already. I know that I have a good chance of things working out. But I’m still afraid.

I know too many things. In the case of pregnancy, ignorance really is bliss; and I lost that innocence years ago.

Last night I dreamed that we went in for a doctor’s appointment and one of the babies had a really slow heartbeat. The doctor told us that the baby probably wouldn’t make it. And then I started to have signs of losing the baby, and went to the hospital, and without going into details, it was probably the most terrifying dream I’ve ever had.

About a week ago, a facebook friend sent me a message saying that she dreamed I had my twins at 24 weeks. It freaked me out. Probably because I know someone that gave birth to twins at 24 weeks and lost one, while the other one is still struggling in the NICU over 3 months later.

It’s scary stuff.

I’m in sort of a weird place, because if I confess my fears to people I know, most of them will brush them off and say they’re sure everything will be fine. But I don’t want to be insensitive to those who are still struggling to get pregnant or those who really wish for twins, becuase I’d guess their response would probably be to just be glad for what I’ve been given.

And I am glad. So beyond glad. But I’m still afraid that something will go wrong. In the beginning I had dreams of losing one twin. I read how common it was and was in a constant state of terror throughout the first trimester. I kept my fears to myself for the most part, but they plagued me.

Now I’m further along and worrying less, but still not out of the woods. I’m afraid every day. Just one baby would be scary enough, but two is even more frightening.

I’m enjoying my pregnancy. I’m loving every moment of it. Even when I had migraines nearly every day for 3 months, I wouldn’t trade them for infertility. The migraines weren’t nearly as painful. I don’t let the fears keep away the happiness – I want to make that clear. But the fears are there, and I suspect they will be until I’m holding two healthy babies.

I hate that almost 5 years of infertility made me so afraid, but I know I appreciate pregnancy far more than I ever could have without it. So it’s kind of a trade-off. I don’t want to wish away the next 18ish weeks, because I’m thoroughly enjoying them (even though I always have some physical and/or emotional ailment). But I will be glad when these babies are safe in my arms.

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I just blogged about this yesterday. I wonder if the halfway point bring out this anxiety in every infertile preggo? My new wave of fear was triggered when we bought our crib. Suddenly it felt as though I was saying that this was actually going to happen and I worried my actions were presumptive and would jinx something. Hoping you can find peace in the second half your pregnancy and that those babies stay healthy and strong until they are fully baked!

  • Your fears are valid and normal. It seems like there is always something to be afraid of. I thought i would be able to relax when Cole was born but I wasn’t. I was just as paranoid of something happening. It took until he was over a year old for me to really start to relax. With every milestone you reach, you will relax a little, but you never fully relax. There will always be a tiny nugget of fear in your heart for your babies.

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