Are You Kidding Me?

You know its a bad sign when the first words out of your mouth at your 20 week ultrasound are, "Are you freakin' kidding me?" I knew something looked different when the ultrasound started and there were two masses on the sides of the screen as opposed to one mass in the middle. But I still didn't consider twins until the tech told us thats what we were seeing. We sat there stunned the whole time the tech took measurements and figured out that they are both boys, identical twin boys.

We had never seriously considered the possibility of twins. We joked about it and laughed about it, but now we find ourselves with an 18 month old and two babies on the way. Terrified is probably the mood that describes us best, although we are excited and happy about it as well. But if we thought we were poor now, just wait. And last night I woke up in a panic just trying to figure out how one would nurse 2 babies while still finding time to sleep and maybe even shower. Okay, not shower, just sleep. I'll just sponge myself down with wet wipes in between diaper changes.

Our doctor told us we'd best invest in a mini van. But our Carolla was supposed to last us through till the next child came along! We'll have to make do with the cars we have. So, I just came to the conclusion that we're not going anywhere. Dan can pick up the groceries. And they broadcast Sacrament Meeting on PBS. People can come visit us. So we'll do fine just staying home. I can't even imagine how I'd get three babies in a grocery cart or carried into a doctor's office. But I'm sure I'll figure it out.

We are in for a wild ride, but we're so excited. It makes sense now why Dan felt so strongly that I needed to quit teaching. And if anybody sees a sale on baby stuff, let us know. We'd better start stocking up.