Three TWO One…

Tuesday was the big ultrasound day.  It was the day we found out how many embryos were cooking away in my uterus, giving me a huge case of the tireds and bathroom situations.

I had an idea.  But I also had my worries.

Twins would be nice. I’d hate to have to go through this again.  Two seems like a good number for us.

But…twins worry me.  I miscarried last time with twins.

But…those were identical twins and they have a low survival rate anyhow.

But…it still takes a high physical toll.

But…

And so on.

It was confirmed around 1 pm after a great deal of waiting at the doctor’s office.

TWINS.

Fraternal.

And I was overjoyed.   The Mister had his expected face of  mixed joy and worry.  But I was right–this exhaustion is not just normal exhaustion.  This is twin exhaustion.

This is my face at my desk most days:

This is my face the past two weeks:

I’m elated.  Of course there are old worries.  Of course there’s doubt.  But there’s also the sense that this is right–that the timing is right.  There’s a sense of strength that I didn’t have before.  A sense of knowledge that I have from being through this another time.

Whatever my face is, it’s ready for this whole big shebang.  Tiny house. Three pets. Two kids. Two adults.  One love.