Before I ever got pregnant with Anna, I had heard tons about the awful and weird stuff that happens when you have a baby. The stretch marks.... the weight gain.... the cravings.... heartburn..... nausea..... etc. But for everything you do hear about, there are about 5 other really odd things that you don't hear about. One of the strangest to me is crazy pregnancy dreams. And I am talking c-r-a-z-y! Crazy like waking up in a cold sweat with a parched mouth kind of crazy. Crazy like sometimes so crazy I can't get it out of my head and therefore can't go back to sleep crazy.
I thought it might be fun to document them here on the blog- for your reading pleasure.
Crazy Pregnancy Dream: Irish Triplets
So, I find out that I am pregnant with twins at my 20 week ultrasound. I'm totally freaking out and trying to adjust to the idea, when the ultrasound tech sees a third little bubble on the screen.
"Hmmm...." she says. "Well, it looks like we have something else here. A THIRD baby!"
"WHAT!" I begin gasping for air.
The look on her face is confusion mixed with concern, and she calls one of the doctors in to examine the ultrasound.
"Ah yes," the doctor says. "It seems you ovulated again sometime around your 10th week of pregnancy, and you must have conceived again. This third baby is measuring 10 weeks behind the other two."
"But I thought when you got pregnant, you didn't ovulate anymore until after the baby was born!!!" I practically scream, "How can this be???"
The doctor assures me that, although this is a rare occurence, it's actually more common than you would think. I'm horrified as I scan my brain trying to remember if I've ever seen an article about this on babycenter.com.
While Dave stands there with a stupidly happy grin on his face, the doctor further explains that I will deliver the twins first, then 10 weeks later, I'll just deliver the 3rd baby.
"BUT I'M A PLANNED C-SECTION!!!"
"Oh, that shouldn't be a problem," the doctor is almost laughing now at my naivety.
"So I'm gonna have TWO C-sections in 10 weeks????"
Everyone in the room is calm and cool about this situation, while I'm freaking out. In fact, as we tell more people- family and friends- no one seems shocked at all, and many call it a "blessing".
I wake up in a cold sweat and, even though I'm pretty sure it's impossible, I silently vow to not let Dave near me for the next 28 weeks for fear he might accidentally conceive another little blessing. or two.