Today, I am 9 weeks.
I am tired
I am moody
I am a wee bit depressed (my psychopharma thinks its the progesterone)
I am having a little tiny bit of bleeding but not too much
We get to see A&B on Saturday (hopefully)
I went to see a psych doctor yesterday that has twins of her own. She didn't want to increase my anti-depressant until I am off the progesterone and my blood volume has increased. Then she will consider upping the amount. She asked me how I felt about having twins and I told her about waiting to hear from my back guys if they consider me OK to carry twins. It was great to be able to explain my reservations and anxiety to someone.
Then we went to our couples therapist who I think is mad that we are having twins. She seemed mad by the time we left her office even though she had offered to help us through etc. It may have been my husband yawning and acting the ass through the session. He has a total inability to be in a conversation that is difficult. She gave us this very detailed visual about what the first two years are like using Mount Everest. At the end of it my husband says " i saw something about Everest on tv"
WHAT!!! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT??????
I also think our shrink thinks that between the two of us we are mad to even contemplate something as emotionally demanding as twins. She's probably right. But it's a little too late now!!
I have spoken to many people who have twins and they all say the same thing. It's madness in the beginning but I wouldn't trade it for the world. That is what I am trying to think about.