What do these things have to do with each other, you ask? Nothing, nothing at all except that they are part of what’s been making my life a little more interesting these past few days.
Eric and I “officially” announced the impending arrival of our twins at our respective Easter gatherings over the weekend. The whole thing was pretty underwhelming since literally every single person in attendance knew anyway. I am still blown away at how many people in my life follow my blog and care what I have to say. It’s quite humbling. Anyway, it was very cool to finally be the ones doing the announcing, but as I said… underwhelming since it wasn’t a surprise. I might as well have said, “Attention, everyone: the sky is blue and chocolate makes me happy. Also, I’m getting fatter by the day.”
We also got six new chicks to replace the ones we so carelessly allowed to be slaughtered last year (if you missed or forgot that incident, catch up here). They’re very cute. They help me remember that despite the shitty cold temperatures, spring is technically here and pretty soon we can spend time outside again. Just no free range chicken wandering this time.
Grand Cayman. Ok, so I hate the word “babymoon” and everything it stands for, but I do believe I will be going on one. My aunt goes on a business trip every year to Grand Cayman and has invited me numerous times. Finally this year I said, “You know what? I’ll probably never have this opportunity ever again.” Ok, I guess babymoons make sense. Kind of. (It’s still a stupid word).
Anyway, she has graciously agreed to let both Eric and me come along (since if I went alone he would be way too jealous to function) and since it’s a business trip, the room is totally covered. And when I say “room” I mean the $1,500/night suite at The Ritz-Carlton, Grand Cayman. So yeah… kind of hard to turn down. I’m pretty sure this is not something we would ever get to do otherwise. Our flight leaves April 20th, so I have to find myself a fat person bathing suit, STAT.
And I saved the best for last – heartbeats! I had my ultrasound today at New Hope and everything looks perfect. Still two babies and best of all, I got to hear both little heartbeats. I must admit I got a little teary eyed hearing them – they sounded very strong and clear (though no one has given me numbers, which is annoying). I’m measuring 7 weeks 1 day, which is right where I’m supposed to be. Unfortunately, I had to refill my dwindling supply of Progesterone and I am not allowed to stop taking it as I had hoped. I cannot wait to transition to a regular doctor that’s not 90 miles away. But who’s complaining? Not me! Hearing those heartbeats helped me turn the corner from, “Is this happening?” to “Shit… this is happening.”
Guys… this is happening.