It's been a damn long time
I can't even begin to play catch up from when I posted last until now.
So for now, let's hit the big news. In January, I found out I was pregnant. I was immediately excited. I've been waiting to be a mother for a long time...was just waiting on the right guy. Thank god I found him. I've had a couple of prenatal appointments and one physical therapy session between now and then. Monday brought the 20 week ultrasound. I was nervous and excited. The tech lubed me up and started the screening. Not 2 minutes in, she looks up and asks, "Do twins run in your family?" My mind raced as she said with a smile, "It looks like you're going to have twins!" Eddie's face was nothing but shock. I thought he was going to have a fun-on stroke. Priceless. We did indeed win the baby lottery...not one ball of squishy joy, but two. Double of just about everything (including ultrasound photos).
The first phone call was to my mother, who thought I was kidding. It look about 5 minutes to convince her that I was not pulling her leg. The second call was to my sister at work. First words out of her mouth, "Is one of them a boy?" She'd been hoping for a boy since I dropped the pregnancy bombshell on her months ago. I had to tell her that at this point it looks as though I am having girls. She was just as excited. I am too. Eddie, though, is feeling outnumbered. Between me and my mom, his daughter Gabbi, and our two female dogs, he was already feeling the pressure, and now we're adding two more girls to the estrogen mix. He's already considering turning the shed into a man cave.
My doctor called me yesterday. She'd received my ultrasound results from radiology. She sounded just as surprised as us. Thank goodness I had already set a prenatal appointment for today. She and I have a lot to discuss and plan for.
Speaking of planning, I finally (and barely) scheduled my birthing class. I seriously need to stop procrastinating. I didn't get the class that I wanted or at my preferred location. I did, however, find a suitable class, with two instructors at a location that doesn't entirely suck. I also lined up a tour of my hospital for this Saturday. So much for being halfway through my pregnancy. Full term pregnancy for a mother with one child is usually 40 weeks. Mothers of twins are considered full term at 37 weeks. I gained another baby and lost three weeks of gestation. I'm definitely feeling the pressure now.
So for now, let's hit the big news. In January, I found out I was pregnant. I was immediately excited. I've been waiting to be a mother for a long time...was just waiting on the right guy. Thank god I found him. I've had a couple of prenatal appointments and one physical therapy session between now and then. Monday brought the 20 week ultrasound. I was nervous and excited. The tech lubed me up and started the screening. Not 2 minutes in, she looks up and asks, "Do twins run in your family?" My mind raced as she said with a smile, "It looks like you're going to have twins!" Eddie's face was nothing but shock. I thought he was going to have a fun-on stroke. Priceless. We did indeed win the baby lottery...not one ball of squishy joy, but two. Double of just about everything (including ultrasound photos).
The first phone call was to my mother, who thought I was kidding. It look about 5 minutes to convince her that I was not pulling her leg. The second call was to my sister at work. First words out of her mouth, "Is one of them a boy?" She'd been hoping for a boy since I dropped the pregnancy bombshell on her months ago. I had to tell her that at this point it looks as though I am having girls. She was just as excited. I am too. Eddie, though, is feeling outnumbered. Between me and my mom, his daughter Gabbi, and our two female dogs, he was already feeling the pressure, and now we're adding two more girls to the estrogen mix. He's already considering turning the shed into a man cave.
My doctor called me yesterday. She'd received my ultrasound results from radiology. She sounded just as surprised as us. Thank goodness I had already set a prenatal appointment for today. She and I have a lot to discuss and plan for.
Speaking of planning, I finally (and barely) scheduled my birthing class. I seriously need to stop procrastinating. I didn't get the class that I wanted or at my preferred location. I did, however, find a suitable class, with two instructors at a location that doesn't entirely suck. I also lined up a tour of my hospital for this Saturday. So much for being halfway through my pregnancy. Full term pregnancy for a mother with one child is usually 40 weeks. Mothers of twins are considered full term at 37 weeks. I gained another baby and lost three weeks of gestation. I'm definitely feeling the pressure now.