Well that's why!

Ok, I know I'm posting the second half of the story on the same day, but I had to break it up because it really is two different stories. Forgive me.

So, back I go for my scheduled first scan. This time I've brought reinforcements with me. I've got my "baby daddy" with me, and he's so clearly not a woman who's had a miscarriage. He's hopeful and excited, and the idea of disappointing that sweet face again is killing me. So, you know the drill, get naked from the waist down. Slide down. Open up. Slide down again. Just a little more. In goes the slippery cold wand. This is actually starting to be my favorite part of the whole deal. I just know it's going to go badly. I know it deep, deep, deep in my heart. There is no way I will see a heartbeat.

Up comes the picture. At first I see nothing. Empty black sack and my man's hopeful face that has no idea what he's looking at. Then she says, "I see a little heartbeat, right there." And well, if that stick wasn't propping me up, I'd have fallen right off the table. Seriously? A heartbeat? How could I have been so wrong. Oh, I wasn't wrong. I wouldn't see A heartbeat. I would see two. Seriously. Took her about ten seconds to find the other one. That's why I couldn't see one heartbeat in my mind's eye. There were two. Two. Now, if you're reading this, you probably know me. I ALREADY HAVE TWINS!!! I did this already! Apparently being forty upped my chanced of identical twins. And if there's even a small odd against something happening, you can bet I'll get it. So, a 12 year old daughter (who can't stand to look at babies and has threatened my life if I ever dare to have another) and 10 year old twin boys. Add 2, and you have 5 kids. That is just ridiculous.

And don't think Mr. Optimistic Baby Daddy didn't "I told you so" at least once.

So, first OB app't tomorrow, and I'm sure another scan to come soon. Stay tuned...