Congratulations on having your midwife there, and primary! It seemed no midwife wanted to take me - a first-time mother with twins and some sever past health problems.
I'm doing fairly well! - Sleeping like crazy, though I am wondering if that isn't partly from not eating quite as much at the same time the twins seem to have been having a growth spurt. I ate more, and nutritionally dense foods, yesterday, and woke up feeling better, today. And, today makes 25 weeks! The last three, monthly o.b. visits, the doctors looked thrilled with my condition and the twins'. I am certainly much larger, awkward, losing my balance, often breathless, achy (especially when I'm too tired to do my prenatal yoga & bellydance), and so on, but - barring fatigue - very healthy and emotionally very stable and happy since about 16 weeks. My anxiety for the babies is much, much milder: and primarily a matter of counting how far we are from points of safety (24 weeks; and now 28 and 32). Some days I'm productive, and others, do almost nothing, but my energy level is never high, and, because he knows I will do what I can, and safeguarding the twins by not wearing myself out excessively matters to both of us, my husband's very forgiving.
I am excited to meet our son and daughter, but far from ready, and anxious to be making better progress. I really want to be done with all the essentials by 30 weeks - just in case.
To the mothers who've found out quite recently: the first day I heard it was twins, I was more stunned than anything else. (My husband, wonderfully, was thrilled.) And with the added fatigue of two in the first trimester, being overwhelmed and afraid - afraid I'd lose at least one, afraid I couldn't care for both - was the major part of my reaction, alternating with elation. Now, I am so used to the idea, all I feel is how special it is. We'll have to work a bit harder, but we get something beautiful out of it. Other have done this, and I believe all of us (here, in this group) can, too. I know it will be a true challenge, but it no longer seems so painfully intimidating. And the more my little ones look and act like the newborns they'll be, the stronger and more active and individual each is, the more my love for both of them eases any sense of difficulty. I hope that even where circumstances make the process harder, you'll all find a similar point of realistic joy, or an acceptance tinged with eagerness, at least...