April 8th - Almost 9 weeks along
There they are. The newest Muenchkins. Plural. Heartbeats and all. Who knew? I think Ethan and I told our ultrasound technician to "shut up" several times and repeatatively asked her "what?!?!". We also sat in silence...gripping each others hand so tight that by the end there were nail marks and white knuckles. Twins don't run in our families - and Ethan comes from a HUGE family of single babies. Single baby after single baby. No twins for as far as the eye can see. So what do you do when you get thrown a curve ball, no screwball, no "OH MY GOD IT'S GOING TO HIT ME" ball? We laughed. Hysterically laughed. We walked out of the doctors office and in the elevator (which everyone can see through the open glass) we hugged each other and we laughed. We walked to the car, sat down and laughed. We looked at each other and said "well, that's what we get for always joking that we should just have twins and be done with it", and then we laughed some more. Once we were done laughing (or...at least enough to take a breath), we called our parents. You know what they did? They laughed....and screamed...and we THINK they may have teared up but it's hard to tell over the phone when everything is chaotic.
Most importantly, our parents were EXCITED! An emotion I'm not sure Ethan and I felt since before the ultrasound. Terrified - YES. Overwhelmed - OF COURSE. Shocked - YOU KNOW IT. Excited - ummmm...........yes? Were we? Were we already making our first parental mistake by NOT being overly excited and joyous that this happened? I'm not sure, and I'm not sure that we really cared if it was a "mistake" or perfectly freaking normal to feel this way. (We went with the latter - because it IS normal and totally healthy to feel that way). Of course, we called our siblings next and they were drinking the kool aid that our parents were drinking. Slowly but surely this was becoming more and more real.
So, then the planning (again) began. Two of everything - cribs, car seats, high chairs, pack and plays, bouncy seats...and...daycare (oh my goodness don't get me started on college....). I think I gave myself a mini panic attack each time I tried to wrap my head around all of this. All I could see were dollar signs...dollar signs that we don't have. Thankfully, our parents were constantly re-assuring. Their words of encouragement and willingness to help along the way have been truly amazing and greatly appreciated. I think we would have crumbled without our family's support. It came at a time when we all needed it.
After over a year of getting rid of that thing...it's coming back. Week 12.
Here we are now, over 13 weeks along and feeling great. Other than being exhausted from growing two little beings, I have had a fairly easy pregnancy. I'm getting some energy back and wanting to work out again which is a welcome feeling. Our heads (and hearts) are finally wrapped around these two babies and we know we are going to be just fine. We have been scouring garage sales and learning that people are way more generous than they need to be. Life has continued to throw us a"OH MY GOD IT'S GOING TO HIT ME" ball in the form of rain the other week. We actually lost one of our cars (my little Focus) in the flood in our parking lot. Thank goodness for great car insurance because this turned into a blessing. Can you imagine fitting two car seats into a Ford Focus? Yeah...exactly. With the money from insurance for the totaled car, we were able to purchase a new, bigger car (Ford Escape SUV) to be fully prepared for our babies. So much has not gone as planned these last couple months, but they have all turned out VERY okay. We know God wouldn't, and WON'T give us more than we can handle and we are so grateful for the good people He has placed around us for support. 
Our little turkeys will be here in November if mommy has her way (official due date Nov. 13)! We are 1/3 of the way there! To all you other moms, moms-to-be, and moms-to-be-again out there (there sure are a lot of us!) I hope you enjoyed Mothers Day. What an amazing feeling.
