Hormonal volcano

Holy cow this whole pregnancy thing really plays with your mind doesn't it? Over the last couple of days I seem to have become a simmering pot of frustration and close-to-the-surface anger.

So far I have (thankfully) managed to keep it close to me and so far I haven't had any major casualties but it's bloody scary *sigh*

Anyway onto news of the twins...

This has been a very busy week. We had our first midwife ante natal appointment on Monday which started off so well until we realised that due to some miscommunication at the hospital, the midwife was under the impression it was a single pregnancy. When we figured this out and mentioned it to her she was quite taken aback, even more so when we (innocently) mentioned that we knew that they were identical because there was no membrane seperating them. How naive were we? We just figured that this was normal - we were to find out that it isn't.

The midwife wasted no time in tracking down our original scan results and the appointment continued without a hitch, until... the midwife very casually said that we obviously weren't having the Downs scan (can't remember the official term). We were quite shocked by this as we had never even been given the choice and it was something that we definately wanted to have done. After glancing at out notes she explained that it was only possibly to have this scan up to 13w6d and we were already at 13w3d so there really wasn't time. The RO thankfully has some experience with the NHS and he impressively convinced both the midwife and the sonographer that it was our choice and that we were entitled to it even though we had both agreed that despite the results we wouldn't go for an amnio. They decided to squeeze us in the next day.

During the discussion this missing membrane was mentioned again and the sonographer provided a little more information about it, saying that it was called monoamniotic-monochorionic and she felt that it was very unlikely that this was truly the case and that the consultant would take a good look the following day.

Of course we rushed home and Googled it. Fortunately we managed to find some really good information (with no deliberate horror stories) and we were soon very hopeful that the membrane would be found.

Unfortunately it wasn't. The consultant did the water on the neck measuring thing and then spent a long time beating my bladder into submission as he searched for the elusive membrane but it wasn't to be.

So, we find ourselves in the position of yet again being a statistic (both Chris and I are quite fed up with our medical lot). But we love these twins fiercely already and we're ready to do whatever it takes to get both of them here safely.

VP