About a year ago, I got pregnant. I was devastated when that pregnancy ended early in a miscarriage. When I got pregnant this time around, I waited for a long time before telling anyone besides my husband. I couldn't bear having to tell our family such sad news again after seeing how excited they were about the good news in the first place.
When I made it to twelve weeks, I was so excited. I was out of the danger zone. Then, I had my ultrasound and found out there were too babies in there. I felt so excited and surprised and a million other things. Then, I learned that I wasn't out of the danger zone at all. Twins means a "high risk" pregnancy. The chances of having a miscarriage are high until about twenty weeks. Thankfully, I'm past that point now and I am not nearly as worried as before.
Well, I'm not worried about miscarriage anymore. I still have occasional worries, but I am doing much better than I was the week that I read about the NICU in the book When You're Expecting Twins, Triplets, or Quads.
