After the twins something clicked in my body. I began cycling on my own, almost predictably even, but of course there were off months and because of that... things happened. I was late, then I was later, and later, then... umm, I was pregnant.
Yeah. That happened.
It still doesn't feel real.
I waited to see if I would miscarry, diligently taking my medicine through the disbelief... but things have seemingly went smoothly. My bruising has been spectacular though.
I'm 8 weeks now. We had an ultrasound earlier this week... I saw the heartbeat, everything seems to be growing on track.
I'm still processing it all. I really can't even begin to wrap my head around this.