Suprise (sic) mom and dad

Surprise surprise, Lindsay and I learned this week that we'll be the proud parents of twins in about 7 months.  We knew she was pregnant about 6 weeks ago, but during the first ultrasound, we saw two little blueberries growing in her belly.

Here's how it went down: On Wednesday we went to our second OB appointment, but the first where we'd get proof beyond the pee stick, that a baby was actually there.  We went straight into a small ultrasound room. The walls were completely covered in with pictures of newborns, they all looked so happy.  The goo was applied, which was warmed much to the delight of my wife, who is terrified of cold liquids touching her skin.  The tech started moving the wand around Lindsay's abdomen and we found the fetus.  It was there, what a relief that was.  It had a heartbeat, awesome.  Then, an audible.  "I think we have a twin pregnancy," said the technician.  Huh? Silence.  The way she phrased it, it took at least 30 seconds for either one of us to respond.  "I wish I could see his face," Lindsay said after it sunk in.  I was sitting behind her, but even if I was in view, my face was buried in my hands, not knowing what else to do.  "1% chance of multiples, my ass," I exclaimed.  I know, hardly appropriate, but that's what happened.

I looked up on the wall of baby pictures, and I could see nothing but twins.  Seriously now, every picture I saw had proud parents with an infant in each arm.  What happened to the singles I saw before?  They vanished.

I stood up and grabbed Lindsay's hand, and we breathed.

Back to work.  The tech found a view clearly showing both feti (or fetuses) and labeled them "A" and "B."  Then she wrote, "Suprise Mom and Dad," along the bottom, it wasn't until after she printed them that I noticed the spelling error. Editing wasn't the first thing on my mind obviously.  My first thought was, can we just cut the naming battle and call them A and B? Maybe we just use those for the first letter of each name.

Based on the crown to rump measurement, A and B as they're known now, are about a day apart.  Both have good heartbeats. Those are the only two we found.  Although we've gotten several opinions from family that claim to see a third, I'm going to go with the professional here, sorry Bakalar.


As we wrapped up with the ultrasound, thousands of thoughts are racing through my mind.  The first being, maybe we should have gone to the "Mothers of Multiples" yard sale we saw last weekend.  The second being, 2 crib$, 2 car $eat$, 2 $troller$, 2 high chair$,  holy $hit!

We rushed out of the doctors office and down the the car and started the calls.  "You know how you're going to be grandparents and all, well, there's two in there, so get ready."  "Surprise, surprise, it's twins."

So here we are, Lindsay's sick, tired, and happy as hell that we've been blessed with this task.  We've got our baby books, have started the double shopping, and every thought I have is of the future of our doubling family.

Take care, take care.