Delivered.

Internets, for a change, I was right.

One boy, one girl.

Not that I'm ecstatic or anything but, alas, I GET TO BUY PINK!

We're home. They're healthy. And it's hectic.

I ended up having an emergency c-section last week when one of the twins started losing amniotic fluid. They both weighed 5 pounds 11 ounces. Since then we've been in a fog. On a good night we get 3 hours of sleep. I spend at least 5 hours a day just nursing them while Sam dominates diaper duty.

I'm in awe how quickly my heart grew 2 sizes. They are just so incredibly perfect (especially between 7AM and 10PM - OY). I'm TRYING to savor the insanity. I know they'll be in kindergarten tomorrow and graduating from college next week.

I apologize for not posting sooner. It turns out 24 hours a day just isn't enough. I'm so thankful for each and every one of your e-mails and comments. I'll be back when I get 10 minutes or when they start school. Whichever comes first.


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My girl Cecily has PSF covered while I'm trying to figure this new gig out.

Deliver Me.

Me, 36 weeks pregnant with twins.

In case you can't tell (or are blind), I'm ready. I'm BEYOND ready.

Yesterday's ultrasound measured each twin at 6 pounds 3 ounces. Sleeping, sitting, standing, even breathing are officially becoming a physical impossibility.

One thing is for certain. Come hell or high water, they will make a debut soon. If they don't arrive in the next few days, my c-section is scheduled for late next week.

I'm anxious. I'm anxious for the delivery. I'm anxious for their health. I'm anxious to meet them. I'm anxious for Toddler to meet them. And I'm anxious to find out their genders. My Aunt recently died and her last words to me were "Oh, by the way, they're both girls". I'm still going with 1 boy, 1 girl. Sam's pulling for 2 more boys to neatly complete a golf foursome. So much for a consensus.

Alas, let the games begin.

O Hugh Jackman, Where Art Thou?

I've been having weekly OB appointments for Non-Stress Tests to be performed. They monitor the twins' heartbeats, blood flow, movement and any contractions.

I was pleasantly surprised on what a spa-like experience the appointments turned out to be. I relax in a quiet, cool, dimly lit room in a leather recliner listening to a duet of Beethoven and their heartbeat rhythms.

I SWEAR Hugh Jackman will swagger in and rub my feet at any given appointment.

My physician then briefly reviews the results. She's a hip braniac who sugar coats nothing. This week she gave me 'the talk' to gauge how much of a cluestick I am.

So do you have 2 cribs?   Check!

And 2 car seats?   Check!

Is the nursery and clothing ready?   Check!

Are you comfortable nursing twins in tandem?   Check (my fingers are actually still crossed)!

Are you aware you won't even remember the first 3 months due to pure exhaustion?   *crickets*

Necessities and Stuff.

Grasping for any and all advice I can get my hands regarding raising twins and conquering sleep deprivation, I think I've officially read every book on raising multiples that exist. I fear my librarian thinks I'm the next Octonutter.

In the end, all the pundits agree on just THREE BASIC NECESSITIES.

1) A sense of humor in the morning.
2) A sense of humor in the afternoon.
3) A sense of humor in the wee hours of the night.

And the bonus tidbit: when the babies cry, pee before attending to them, it may be the last chance for a bathroom break in the next 3 hours.

Happy Easter Peeps.

WHAT? You don't like PEEPS? Just don't tell me you eat black jelly-beans. BLECH!

Deuce.

Because y'all are so relentless. This is what a 21 week twin pregnancy looks like.

Yes. I know. I'm UUUUGE. Even our Wii-Fit thinks I'm Wii-Fat.

We had our 20 week prenatal checkup and so far so good. Meeting the twinkies in 4D was spectacular. My path to a pregnancy has been a winding, heartbreaking and incredulous journey that makes typing this seem so surreal. Having ONE child was a miracle. Having siblings for him is a bonus beyond words. Much to our doctor's disbelief, we elected NOT to find out genders because we honestly do not care. If they're healthy, we're happy, that's that.

Baby A

Baby B

Having said that, I foolishly believe in Old Wive's tails. When I was 9, my sister scientifically administered the pencil test on me in our treehouse (whilst on a brief Ouija board break). It confirmed I would someday have 2 boys and 1 girl. You needn't be preggo to have the test; only female. I've never seen it fail...yet.

So, just between you and me, I'm buying pink and blue.