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girl! We found out last week. I didn’t have a strong desire either way, but it’s nice to know, for planning purposes at least. I admit I was kind of hoping for two boys, mostly because logistically it will be easier as the kiddos get older, but whatever. We’ll soon be a family of five, so either way logistical challenges abound.

All is well. I wish I could say I was breezing through this pregnancy, but alas I most definitely am not. I’m already quite big and feeling every bit of it. My back kills me most of the time and putting on my own shoes is becoming a challenge. I’ll be 22 weeks on Thursday, which is exciting, but hopefully I have a long way to go until these babies arrive so it scares me a bit to think of what’s coming.

Buggie is a hilarious almost-two-and-a-half-year-old. She’s taken to singing all the time, and has started reciting books she’s apparently memorized when we read them. Her current faves are potty books, which we read often while sitting on the potty waiting for her to do her business. I’m confident she’ll be day-time potty trained before these babes arrive, but I’m not so confident I’ll keep my sanity throughout the process. So far potty training ranks right up there with the most frustrating aspects of parenting. I’ve cried more than once while wiping pee off the floor for the umpteenth time and trying calmly to ask my two year old why she didn’t pee when we sat on the potty just five minutes before. I know it’s all temporary, but still.

Buggie is obsessed with my ever-growing boobs. She stares at them while I’m changing and says “Mama boobies. Look but dooooon’t touch,” which is what I tell her when she tries to grab at them.  The other day she was patting my belly and then giving it kisses, which was adorable. We haven’t talked to her directly about the babies, but we don’t avoid talking about them around her either. I have several friends with toddlers her age who just had (or are soon to have) second babies, so she’ll at least get a good sense of that sometime soon.

Coll is taking Buggie to visit her folks this coming weekend, and I’m lining up friends to come over and help me with Operation Clean-Up-the-F’ing-Apt-to-Make-Room-for-Babies. I just bought several new storage items from Ik.ea yesterday and have a vague idea of what needs to happen to make our place livable with two new tiny humans until we move. We’ll see how it turns out. I’m hoping to get rid of a ton of stuff and to re-arrange Buggie’s room, at the very least . The babies will sleep with us for a few months, but at the moment there’s no place for them to go. I suspect this will take more than one weekend, but I’ll feel better knowing we’ve made some progress while I’m still spritely enough to move around a bit.

The best news of all is that in less than a month we’ll be heading to Puerto Rico for five sun-filled days of vacation. I’ve already started telling Buggie about how we’re going to go swimming soon. She immediately gets on the floor and starts “swimming” around the living room. The kid LOVES water, and I can’t wait to see her playing in the pool and the ocean. My mom is coming and is going to share a room with Bugs, so at the very least Colleen and I will get to sleep in a bit, and hopefully sneak in some dinners together (before we fall asleep at 9).

There are lots of exciting things going on in blogland lately and I hope to be a better commenter (soon, very soon).

Today I’m 14 weeks into this pregnancy and yesterday we got the results from our genetic screening tests. All the tests came back totally normal, which is great news. It’s unclear how accurate these new tests are for twin pregnancies, so we take it with a grain of salt, but at least it’s a good grain.

And the test also let us know that at least one of our babies is a boy! The test would say if both were girls, but it can only tell if there’s Y chromosome in my blood, it can’t tell how much. So we know there’s at least one boy. We’ll have to wait a bit to find out if there’s two.

Thankfully neither of us really cared one way or the other. I guess I’m thankful we (likely) won’t have three teenage girls in the house at the same time. Other than, I’m just hoping for two healthy, happy babies.

Oh, and PS right after my last post my nausea decreased significantly, for which I am so grateful. I only slept four hours last night and have been up since 445, so it was back a bit today but I’m sure from exhaustion. I had this same insomnia with my first pregnancy. Anyone deal with this successfully? Normally I can fall asleep fine (except last night) but I wake up bet 330-5 every morning and then can’t fall back asleep for a couple of hours, and by then Buggie is waking up. No fun at all.

Well I am officially naming myself worst blogger of the year. I didn’t even look to see when I last posted, but I’m pretty sure it was right after finding out we were having twins.

The good news is that I am officially 13 weeks pregnant with two healthy babies (as far as we know). I am grateful for this. I need to remind myself how grateful I am pretty much every day, since the bad news is that I feel sick all.the.time. I wish this was an exaggeration, but sadly it’s not. If I’m not actually throwing up then I’m trying not to throw up. I’m nauseous and hungry at the same time, most of the time. And I want to eat NOTHING. Absolutely nothing. I think of something I can tolerate and then choke it down, sometimes gagging half way through the meal. Dinner the other night was three peanut butter sandwiches. To say it’s unpleasant is the understatement of all time. 

I tried zofran, but it didn’t really do much for me except make me unbearably constipated. I can’t even tell that story because it’s horrifying and embarrassing. I’ll just say that in involved me sobbing in the bathroom for an hour before I found a solution. To top if off I got a nasty, nasty cold over Thanksgiving which knocked me on my ass for a week, and still lingers. Like I said, sick and tired of being sick and tired.

I somehow lost a pound in the month between my first and second OB appointments. Despite this, I’m definitely starting to look pregnant, enough so that I’ve been offered a seat on the subway more than once. I can still wear most of my clothes, which is good because I can’t seem to find a lot of my maternity clothes, and they were mostly summer clothes anyway, which does me no good in what has become a freezing cold winter here these past few days.

We had planned to move before the babies came but recently decided to stick it out until the end of the summer. This makes the most sense for us financially, and will force us to do some major cleaning out of junk, which we desperately need to do. We’re planning to put the twins together in a small crib in our room for the first few months, but I’m open to sleeping suggestions from you other twin parents out there. Bed-sharing didn’t work for us with Buggie, so I can’t imagine it’s a viable option with two babies either. Waiting to move gets complicated because we’ll have to choose a pre-school for Buggie without knowing where we’ll be living, but we’re both trusting it will work out ok.

Buggie continues to delight and amaze (and frustrate) me every day. She talks non-stop and dances the second she hears music. She loves to count and say her letters (M for Mama, B for Baba, D for Daddy). She makes me draw her pictures during dinner (Mama draw Frosty. Mama draw Mickey Mouse. Mama draw apple tree). She has a best friend, Sophia, who she asks for all day every day. When we leave the house she’ll bring an extra toy or stuffed animal to “share with Sophia.” Sadly Sophia moved to a neighborhood that’s not within walking distance, so we don’t see her every day like we used to. I’ll admit that sometimes I lie and tell Buggie we’re going to see Sophia even when we’re not. Otherwise there’s just no way to get her dressed.

We’re in a good groove right now, which I’m trying to appreciate since I know that soon, very soon, everything will change. 

And…it’s twins!

Honestly, no big surprise there. But holy shit people. Holy shit.

Coll and I both kind of stared blankly when we got the news. I started laughing, in that nervous sort of way. Coll just stared.

The RE who did the u/s made a point of saying “It’s twins for now,” I supposed to prepare us for the reality that one (or both, I guess) might not make it. But at 43 days there are two heart beats (96 and 97 bpm). We go in again next Wed for another scan at which time the heart rates should be in the 110-170 bpm minute range.

I am intellectually excited, but honestly I feel way too nauseous and overwhelmed to feel much of anything else. Add to that that Buggie is sick and well, let’s just say I’m glad that at the moment we’ve only got one kid to take care of.

Holy shit. We are beyond blessed, I know that. But let’s face it, I’m freaking terrified of what comes next.

(I wrote this post early this morning but forgot to publish it. Whoops.)

On the off chance anyone is spending their day refreshing their browser to hear news of our u/s, we’re going in tomorrow instead of today. Buggie has been quite sick and was up half the night, as was Coll who seems to have a stomach bug. Which of course means I was up as well. 

So we wait until tomorrow. In the meantime, today was a little slice of hell being stuck inside with a sick toddler who would not stop screaming. Good times.

On my way to work yesterday I wasn’t feeling so great. I stopped in a deli and walked out with the following items: chocolate milk, potato chips, ginger candy.

Looks like I’m pregnant.

I was feeling kind of nauseous, but also maybe a little hungry (despite having just eaten a burrito). I thought I should have some protein, but couldn’t figure out what to get. I almost got yogurt, but that seemed like more work to eat than I was prepared for (yes, you read that correctly), so I decided on chocolate milk. It made more sense at the time.

The potato chips were to go with the sandwich I had in my bag for later. I like to put them inside for a nice crunch. (And yes, it was delicious.)

And the ginger candy was, of course, for the nausea. I don’t particularly like ginger, but wanted to keep it on hand in case of an emergency.

I can’t quite recall, but I’m pretty sure the “morning” sickness didn’t kick in until close to nine weeks last time. I’ll be six weeks on Thursday. Yikes.

No ultrasound yet but it seems pretty official. The second beta was today and 4190 feels like a good, strong number to me.

I’m having a hard time letting this reality sink in. I need to go back and read my posts from when I got pregnant with Buggie. Back then I don’t remember ever forgetting that I was pregnant, but this time I definitely have lapses. Of course I don’t really feel or look pregnant yet, so I’m sure that will change (and probably sooner rather than later).

Another friend, whose son is one week older than Buggie, told me yesterday that she is having baby #2 in March. She makes the 8th person I know having baby #2 between Jan – March of next year. This pregnancy could not have come at a better time! If we were still in the middle of IVF madness I’d likely be feeling very sorry for myself right about now.

I’ve already told two people (other than all of you!) but because I really wanted to but because they asked. That’s the real bitch of IVF (and, let’s face it, of having a big mouth): it’s hard to keep it a secret, especially when you have a toddler who you need help with sometimes because of IVF related appointments. Most of my mom friends in the ‘hood know we’re in the process of this. A lot of them are asking how it’s going and I’m trying my best to be vague about it. I think they’re getting the hint, but we’ll see.

Today is Coll’s birthday. I offered to go in for my beta tomorrow instead of today so that she could sleep in and not have to get up with Buggie while I was gone, but she said the best present she could get would be more good news about the pregnancy. Happy I could deliver.

Ultrasound is next Wed or Thur (it’s supposed to be Wed but we have a preschool tour that morning so I think we have to push it back a day). I’m tempted to put up a poll about how many are in there, but I think I know what most of you will say…

Holy crap! That’s, like, a real number. The nurse who called was very enthusiastic. They won’t do a second beta until next Thursday, a whole week away! I’m ok with that though. And then I’m guessing at least another week until the first u/s. That’s kind of the part that’s killing me. One or two? I’m excited and terrified to find out.

Thank you all for your well wishes, support, enthusiasm, and all the rest. It really does make a world of difference.

I almost posted earlier today, just to describe how crazy I was going during this tww, And then on a whim we tested and got this

Holy crap people! Looks like this is actually happening. Beta on Thursday. Wowzers.