Flashback Monday – Twins' Pregnancy Introduction

Over the next several weeks, I’m going to slowly unify my old writing pieces into this one location here at The Smartness. On Mondays, I’m going to post entries from my old blogs (excluding I’m a Smart One, since that stuff is already here), working my way slowly up until everything has been moved over. I’m choosing to do it this way instead of doing a massive import because this is writing that pre-dates our acquaintance with each other, Dear Reader. Unless you’ve dug back through the links I previously had up on I’m a Smart One, you’ve not read this material before.

My first foray into writing regularly was during my pregnancy with the twins. Given the fact that this was in 2000-2001, “blogging” wasn’t yet the it thing to do. I actually don’t even remember hearing the term until early 2002 when I used to follow an embedded journalist’s web log after the start of the Iraq War. Blah, blah – anyway, at the time, I was an active participant in the SheKnows community, which at the time existed as ePregnancy. It was there that I found my first “community” of other women who had trouble getting pregnant. For the first time, I didn’t feel isolated in my inability to conceive. Once I got pregnant with the twins, I applied to be one of their feature journalists and was accepted. Those journal entries – now over ten years old (!!!- how the shit did THAT happen so quickly?) are essentially my first blog. I also kept a blog (a real one, this time) through my one successful gestational surrogacy, so once I’ve run through my pregnancy with the twins, I’ll follow with entries from my experience with Baby M and my former intended parents, Former IM and Former IF.

I haven’t read through most of these entries in a few years, and it’s somewhat surreal to see where I was as a person and as a writer eleven years ago. My voice is definitely consistent (less the curse words, since I was writing also as a representative of ePregnancy), but the snark and humor is definitely there.

One thing I’ve noted – I have never been “preachy” by any means, but eleven years ago I was quick  to subscribe to the “things happen for a reason, even the bad ones” philosophy. I still believe that at least in my case, “God” (the Universe, Whoever) laid out events and timing to work in my favor. At least I think I believe that. Maybe. But then how does that explain why things never work out for others, why some have to endure losses and unresolved infertility? I refuse to believe that it’s because God is teaching some huge, ridiculous lesson that must come at the expense of unborn children and infertile parents. Shit happens – that’s what I believe. But then that begs the question – why does it happen (and keep happening) to some and not to others? That’s a question line I tend to avoid these days, mostly because it makes me start feeling all stabby at the Powers That Be, and my hiatus from blogging was in part spent getting rid of the stabbies. Maybe with more time and distance I’ll be able to return to that line of processing. Probably not.

In the meantime, feel free to point your finger and laugh at the pregnant Moxie of eleven years ago.


An introduction
Growing up, I was one of the lucky people who managed to achieve whatever goals they really set their mind to. High school was relatively simple, college was a breeze, and falling into my dream career as a teacher was a piece of cake. In the midst of all of that, I even managed to fall in love, get engaged, and marry my high school sweetheart.

Now this is not to say that it was all easy. Believe me — I’ve done my share of struggling and hard work. But of all the things I expected to struggle over, getting pregnant was never one of them. My name is Moxie, and after almost three years of trying to conceive, my husband Frank and I are expecting twins in early July. It was a long, hard road to get to this point, and I would like to share my experiences and the rest of my journey with all of you.

First, I think I should brag on my husband a little bit. After all, none of this would have been possible without him. Frank and I met when I was a freshman and he was a junior in high school. We are both military brats, and both of our fathers retired here at Dirty South, GA. Actually, Frank was my boyfriend’s best friend. We were all marching band nerds, and that’s where our history began — at band camp. Through strange twists of fate, my boyfriend started dating mybest friend, and Frank and I started dating each other at the end of that year. I know it sounds rather Jerry Springerish, but for a while, the four of us were inseparable.

Frank and I dated off and on during my sophomore and his senior year, and in ’93, he graduated and enlisted in the Army. A couple of weeks before he was to go to basic training, he came to visit me, and we’ve been together ever since then. He was stationed about four hours away at Fort Bragg, NC, and we endured a long distance relationship. He was able to come home about every two weeks and for holidays, so we never went long without seeing each other. At my graduation party in ’95, he proposed, and naturally, I said yes. We were married the next summer when I was 18 and he was 21, and when he reenlisted he was blessed to be stationed here at Fort Dirty South, so I never had to move while I was in college. We’ve been married for more than four years now, and I must say that we are blessed to have found what some people spend their whole lives looking for. He is my best friend, my buddy, my pal, and I love him more and more each day. He’s my sexy, sexy man.

Unfortunately, in 1998 he was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. MS is a disease that affects the Myelin sheath that covers the nerve endings of the brain. Everyone has myelin, but in MS patients, it grows too thick and becomes a white substance called plaque. This plaque begins to interfere with the nervous system and the signals the brain receives, and can lead to eventual paralysis, blindness, and/or loss of control over the limbs. The awful thing about the disease is that it’s unpredictable — some people have few symptoms, others eventually die from it. There is no cure.

So far, Frank has been very healthy, and right now he is in remission. He has no major symptoms, and we have not had to make any adjustments to our lifestyle. However, the military considers MS a disease that makes one unable to serve, so Frank is currently in the long and tedious process of being medically and honorably discharged from the Army. Which is fine, since he was going to get out anyway. I’d rather have a 100% healthy husband, but his MS is considered a disabling disease, and he will be monetarily compensated since he was diagnosed while he was in service. If he’s going to get out, he might as well be paid for it, right? I just pray to God that his health does not fail us.

You may ask what in the world all of that had to do with me being pregnant. Well, it was his diagnosis that put me in that fertile frame of mind. Who knows what his health is going to be like in ten years? If it’s in God’s plans for the MS to take over, I wanted him to experience fatherhood while he was healthy enough to enjoy it. We started trying in early ’98, and by fall of ’99 I was ready to scream with frustration. Everything I saw was related to babies and pregnancy. I tortured myself by watching “A Baby Story” and reading every pregnancy book or magazine I could get my hands on. Even worse, I happen to live in the county which has the highest per capita teen pregnancy rate in the nation. Being a middle school teacher and the assistant band director at the high school Frank and I graduated from, I was faced with pregnant teens everyday. Some of them even confided in me as their teacher before they went to their own parents. I had never been so stressed out by anything before.

The most devastating blow was delivered last November when we found out that my then 17-year-old sister, Chanel, was pregnant. She was just a senior in high school, and for her entire pregnancy I was racked by an evil blend of emotions. I was angry, confused, and happy at being an aunt, sad, elated, and depressed all at once. You can imagine how hard it was for me to host her baby shower with a smile on my face. In July, Chanel’s labor was induced, and together with my mom and my youngest sister, Danielle, we watched her give birth to a beautiful baby boy. I was overjoyed and saddened at the same time.

The end of Chanel’s pregnancy was not the end of my misery. Instead of watching her belly grow, I watched this baby who I loved as if he were my own grow. Frank had previously had a semen analysis done, and the urologist told him that with his swimmers, I should have been pregnant ten times over already. That made me feel a lot better (yeah, right). In August, I finally relented and went to see a fertility specialist. Given my past menstrual history, I was immediately diagnosed with having anovulatory cycles and was prescribed Clomid. Around that time, I also found the TTC 6+ Months boardhere at Pregnancy & Baby, and quickly became a dedicated poster. The support I found from those women was irreplaceable; no one but those who experience it truly know what infertility is like. I could vent, fuss, rant, and rave to my heart’s content and no one on that board ever thought I was crazy. Which was good, because I think Frank, bless his heart, was almost ready to have me committed!

Near the end of my second cycle on Clomid, I bought a First Response early detection pregnancy test which can give you a positive result three days before you expect your period. After almost three years of negatives, I honestly did not expect to see two lines. You’re supposed to wait three minutes to read the results, and after just a minute I checked just to be sure it was working properly. There were already two dark lines indicating a positive result. My heart dropped, and I sat there with my mouth open for who knows how long before I could move again. It had finally happened — I was pregnant. Over the years, I thought of all these cute ways I would tell Frank that he was going to be a daddy, but I was so excited that I grabbed the test, ran down the hallway (with my pants still down around my ankles) and just blurted it out. That was the first time I have ever seen him get teary-eyed. He couldn’t believe it. He kept staring at the test and asking me if I was sure. To reassure him (and myself) I took four more tests of two different brands. All positive. We had an ultrasound that same week, and they scared me half to death when ultrasound technician could not find the baby. They scheduled me for two blood tests three days apart to see if my hCG levels were rising properly. The first test was normal with a level in the 200 range, and the level should have at least tripled for the second test. The second test results were better than normal with a level in the 2000range. I knew that elevated hCG levels were sometimes an indication of multiples, but I was just so elated that everything was okay that I didn’t give that possibility another thought.

I was scheduled for another ultrasound a week after the first, and the tech immediately found the gestational sac, and everything was normal, thank God. I could see the worry lift from Frank’s shoulders. The tech kept looking around, then froze and started squinting at the screen. My first thought was, “Oh God, what now?” The tech asked me how much Clomid I was on and I replied, “50 mg, for two cycles.” Then she held up two fingers, and I was like, “Yeah, two cycles.” She grinned, shook her head, pointed at this blob on the screen and said, “That’s your otherbaby!” I almost fell of off the table and I think Frank had his mouth open for so long that he was drooling. We were absolutely thrilled. I feel like all of that struggling was well worth these precious gifts we have been blessed with.

Ironically, I have the same due date Chanel had — July ninth. This feels significant in some strange, cryptic way. Another irony is that Frank’s MS has come to be sort of a mixed blessing. He should be out of the military by the time I start maternity leave in my 28th week, which just happens to be during Spring Break when there’s only about a month of school left. This means that he will be with me during my maternity leave, and we’ll both be together without the burden of work during the summer and the first few difficult months of parenthood. Most importantly, Frank is going to be a stay at home dad with the babies when I return to work in the fall. Does God not have impeccable timing, or what? It was meant to be this way, and I think all of that infertility was God’s way of telling me, “Hold your horses, kid; I’ve got a better plan for you.” And now, at thirteen weeks into this pregnancy, I get to share with you my hopes and fears, my ups and downs, and these two miracles Frank and I have been blessed with.


See what I mean about that whole “God has the bigger picture in mind” philosophy? Part of me still agrees with that, because for the most part, that worked out with my life in singularity. Now having been part of the greater infertility community and have tried, and especially FAILED at helping others become parents, part of me wants to reach back into time and bitch slap myself a little. One thing is for sure – I’m a lot less Pollyanna than I was eleven years ago.

10 thoughts on “Flashback Monday – Twins' Pregnancy Introduction”

  1. Ahhh, I know it wasn’t that long ago but I’ll never forget how I felt when we saw two little beating hearts! Disbelief, joy, SCARED out of our minds! 🙂

    Loved reading this!!!

    Hope your back to school is going smoothly. 🙂

    1. Back to school is kicking my butt, but it seems like I have a pretty good group this year *knock on wood.* I’ll be glad when it settles into a normal rhythm, though.

      We definitely felt disbelief and joy, but scared barely even blipped the radar, to be honest. I was more scared in my other pregnancies than I ever was in my twin pregnancy. By then, I felt so lucky to have had the twins (and an easy pregnancy, to boot) that I felt like my luck was going run out at any moment.

  2. First of all, let me just say that this was a post about faith & love as much as it was about sharing your infertility story. Just beautiful.

    Secondly, I have always been in the ‘God’s plan’ camp — ain’t got no man while everyone around me is married & happy as hell, I’m out here trying to procreate by all by myself, will be paying student loans for the REST of my life while living on one income, was laid off for a spell. Nothing’s gone according to hopes! And yet I can see that albeit I’m not where I thought I’d be, if I got what I wanted when I thought I wanted it I can honestly say I’d be all f*cked up. An IF cousin & her husband adopted an abandoned child that we can’t imagine not being part of our family. Her fate might not have been to get pregnant but to love & give a child a home that desperately needed one. I’m at a stage in my life & hope I’ve gained a tad bit of wisdom to appreciate when I don’t get what I want the most. I ain’t cast a shadow in a church since I can’t remember, but I’ve always been spiritual & led more by faith. I’m giving TTC a year & if it doesn’t work out it will be sad for a while. But true to my own inner calm I can look at my life and say I have been blessed more than most. And maybe my fate can be like my cousin’s where I may not get what I desire the most but through God can be blessing to someone else; I can find that maybe I wasn’t able to fulfill my wish but find I have a different purpose that can lead to the same & greater love I can give a child. If I couldn’t get with that, there’s no way I could even try to IVF with its lovely odds.

    God’s been good to me regardless of what comes. And I am so thankful I can say that honestly and mean it.

    1. “I ain’t cast a shadow in a church since I can’t remember, but I’ve always been spiritual & led more by faith.”

      Yup, this is pretty much me. We’ve been going to church (admittedly irregularly) a bit in the past year, but that’s honestly been more for the kids’ sake than for ours. I want them to have *some* type of spiritual compass, some type of root system of beliefs that they can later determine how they do (or don’t) want to apply it to their own lives. We finally found a church that is laid back, isn’t a fashion show, and doesn’t feel rigid and institutional.

      I love, love, love, love, LOVE your mindset, Gigi. I do miss that easy grace of acceptance that I used to have. I hope I can return to it someday, but if I’m somewhat jaded for the rest of forever, well…I’ve gotten comfortable with that, too. 🙂

  3. You’re right — sounds vaguely like your voice but far less sass.

    As you know, my reaction to seeing two on the ultrasound was relief that it was ONLY two, given my betas.

    I don’t believe that there is some big picture given all that doesn’t work out for so many, but I can see others’ temptation to believe in a big picture since for me, everything worked out perfectly… eventually.

    1. I straddle the fence on believing or not believing in a big picture. Most of the time I cop out and just say that for most things, God thinks we’re too stupid to “get it,” hence the whole “working in mysterious ways” thing.

      There go those stabby feelings again.

      I do remember how high your betas were. I definitely thought twins, and wouldn’t have been too surprised if there had been a third one. WHEW!

  4. Another fence straddler (sort of, maybe?). While I’d like to believe in a big picture (and when looking at the universe as a whole it seems plausible), the concept seems to fall apart for me when things go wrong. Because when life deals you a crappy hand, it feels much more like shitty luck than anything else. Or at least I’d rather believe in shitty luck, than consider that what happened was part of any plan or fate (like I deserved it?). And yet, if I look at my life at this very moment, I feel very lucky. I got lucky.

  5. El Cinco's Gran-Gran

    I remember when I came home that day you took your tests. Frank met me at the door with the test stick. I looked at the positive sign on the stick, looked at Frank and said, “Wow Frank, you peed on the stick and it tested positive????!!!!???!!!!

    Duh moment for me!

    I also remember, when you and Frank presented me with a gift. A box with a ribbon on it and in the box pink pacifier, a blue pacifier, and two bibs! All I could do was say, Oh my God! Oh my God!!!!!!!!!

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