A Whale of a Tale...

and this one's true.

Some of you know this already, but for those of you who don't, I'm pregnant. About 13 weeks along, due in the beginning of August. But that's not the big news. The big news is that there's two little buggers swimming around in there. Yep, you read that right. Two.

About three weeks ago, I had a touch of spotting. Because of a miscarriage about three months ago, I got a little bit panicked. (Perhaps incredibly panicked, coupled with bouts of sobbing) It happened on a Saturday (of course) so I waited until Monday and went into the office to get checked out. They did an ultrasound to see what was going on. When the picture came up on the screen, the first thing I thought was, "That looks like two different sacs... silly Tennille, you're not a professional. Stop trying to figure this stuff out." Then two seconds later, the tech says to me, "Look at that sweet baby... and look at that sweet baby." She said I should be grateful it isn't triplets. I even asked her if she was looking at pictures of the same baby, like it was some weird game that ultrasound techs play on unsuspecting pregnant women. It was a ridiculous question, especially when she was clearly moving her wand thing-y back and forth, back and forth. But I had to ask. After I got done with the ultrasound, I called my husband with "an interesting development." He was worried I would call and say I had lost the baby. Neither of us were prepared for this.

So, that was almost three weeks ago. I'd like to say that we've recovered from the shock, but that's not really the truth. When you sort of had to talk your husband into trying for a 4th baby (and even talk myself into it a little, even though I knew it was the right thing) finding out there's a tag along takes some getting used to. Plus, because I'm a slightly controlling person, I had everything planned down to the minute: S would go to 2nd grade right after the new baby was born, H would start Kindergarten at half-days, and T would start preschool one day a week. I could still work full-time with two kids home in the morning and three in the afternoon, right? Well, that's what I get for planning, I guess.

Our biggest priority right now (and newest worry) is making sure these babies stay in there, healthy and safe until I'm 37 weeks. With two separate sacs and two separate placentas, it's the safest scenario for twins, but as every parent knows, that doesn't lessen the worry. So, if you have them to spare, we could use a few extra prayers every now and then. I'm sure we'll need them, both now and in the summer when we realize we have five kids. Yikes!