From the beginning...

As you can imagine, while having a baby was planned, having two was definitely not.

Steve and I found out that we were expecting on August 2nd. I was about 4 weeks along at the time. At 7 weeks I had my first appointment, which was really just a question asking/information session. The following week was my first real appointment, so Steve came with me. They started the appointment with an ultrasound to confirm that there was, in fact, a baby. When the ultrasound technician brought the blobby looking image up on the screen, she said something to the effect of "Oh look, it's twins!" I responded with a chuckle and said "very funny." Steve laughed as well and we directed our attention back to the screen.

The tech continued on with her twin speak, to which I replied, "You're hilarious. Please stop." Steve said he didn't think she was kidding and pointed out that he could see two circular images on the screen. That's when the nervous laughing started. I swear that Steve laughed for the next 45 minutes... even while we were in the exam room later on with the doctor. Later he said that he just laughed continuously because he didn't know how else to react. I, on the other hand, was not laughing. I did however yell in the ultra sound room "Two babies on the first try? I am the most fertile person EVER!"

Have you ever heard of the saying "If you want to hear God laugh, make plans?" Well, after getting pregnant on the first shot with good timing to be on maternity leave through the end of the school year, I thought my plans were working pretty well. I felt like the news of twins was God's way of laughing at me and giving me the finger. I was not pleased. At all. It was a lot to get used to... and on top of it I felt guilty that I wasn't happy about it. That is, until I found out that my reaction was completely normal. In fact, unless twins run in your family, they are more concerned about you if your first reaction is glee instead of anger or panic. That made me feel a lot better. Anywho, it took about 4 weeks before either of us were okay with the idea. The day before the 12 week ultrasound, I asked Steve how he would feel if there was only 1 baby this time. For the first time we both agreed we'd be disappointed.