I woke up at 6:30 this morning after not really sleeping at all last night. The excitement. The nervousness. The dreams.
Oh, the dreams. I kept having one of the tech seeing how excited I was and therefore refusing to tell me what the babies were. She just figured that medically I wouldn’t be able to handle the news. :/
So then I woke up at like 2am plotting how to be really unexcited and calm to pretend like I didn’t care. I tried to convince my exhausted self that it was like buying a car you really wanted – you never, ever let the salesperson know.
Anyway, I’m up and it’s here, today is here finally. And unless BO&GO decide to get all modest on us, our lives will once again change today. I’ve known all along we only have so many combos we can go through – but after this I’ll know which is ours. I’ll get to start talking about names with Sam for reals, when they move around I’ll say, “He/she” and not it or they, plan for my shower a little better, unpack or giveaway the boy clothes sitting in the garage, or Bella’s in the closet.
We get to say to Bella, “You’re having brothers/sisters/a brother and a sister!” And start to try to explain that in simple terms over the next few months. Then find some kind of a cute “I’m a big sister” shirt for her.
We are all going. All 3, well 5 but three will actually know we’re in the car, of us.
I’m nervous. A little worried – but that’s just every ultrasound till I know they’re ok. Thrilled. Can’t wait to share it.
Family and close friends first all. Then you guys. On here. My little space. Babble will get a detailed story after my head is back together, but this little piece of my heart gets the initial reaction.
Thoughts and prayers for us if you can. Mostly that everything is ok, the MFM is willing to talk with us, and we get all our questions and concerns addressed without having to fight anything major.
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHTWOBABIESAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH (Alena, that’s for you.)