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two of everything.

As you can imagine, our morning conversations over coffee (and tea) have been about babies. The concept is still a little too surreal and we find ourselves, by the end, just looking at each other and smiling with nervous laughter.

Yet, we couldn’t be happier.

I know it is still early and I keep finding myself saying, with the disclaimer, that my fingers are crossed. After 12 weeks I will be able to breath a little easier and even then, the worry will still continue. Isn’t that what all pregnancies are like?

For now, I just hang all my hope on the most recent ultrasound that we had this week. It was reassuring to see that these two little beings seem to be doing well. I have included the photo above. It may be hard to see, but the large one is Baby A and the smaller is Baby B. As the ultrasound began, Greg and I were immediately worried. Look at that little one versus the baby with the huge gestational sac. Oh no, it must not be growing. It will not survive. We both later admitted to thinking the same things.

The PA, Alexa, began her measurements. Keep in mind that, at the time, I was 7 weeks and 6 days. Baby A’s gestational sac (the large circle around the fetus) was measuring at 8 weeks. The actual Crown to Rump measurement was 7 weeks and 5 days. The heartbeat was 150. All looked good. Then she turned to Baby B. As you can tell, the gestational sac is significantly smaller but read about a week behind Baby A, measuring around 7 weeks. The Crown to Rump was 7 weeks and 2 days, 3 days behind Baby A. Finally, the heartbeat was 159. Stronger than Baby A which led me to wonder, will this be an indication of their personalities? Here Baby A is taking up all the space and Baby B is small but strong. Greg and I laughed, again, at the possibilities.

None the less, Alexa said they looked really good.

We ARE happier.

Overall, I am feeling great. I have had my moments of tiredness and nausea, especially last weekend, but this week has felt so normal I can’t help but question myself if I am, in fact, really pregnant. Oscar is LOVING the idea of having more than one baby and asked if I could have 4. “Absolutely not,” I respond.

Greg has started to think of ways that we could pimp out a mini-van and our sweet friend, Mike, has started that inspiration process by giving him ideas on vans that aren’t even on the market yet. At least Greg is occupied. Of course, my mind is busy reconfiguiring our house and how we can make it work. That is keeping me occupied, as if I didn’t have enough.

Life is good, but then again, life has always been good even when the moments suck. It just takes a little reminding.

Love to you all,


ps-Final ultrasound with ORM (Oregon Reproductive Clinic-tell your friends) is on the 22nd. From there, I “graduate” to my OB/GYN.

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