What really matters

For the past week or so, I haven't felt like writing much of anything. Nothing much has been happening, the kids are crazy, and Daylight Savings has been kicking my butt. That about sums things up. I guess my mood was affecting others because A asked me twice if I was "just mad at the world in general." Once, when he asked me what was wrong, I said in response, "Our children are not very nice people, really." He didn't seem all that shocked by the statement.

I've had a horrible time falling asleep all week. One night, I got up and watched a few episodes of "Little People, Big World" (fabulous show, by the way) until I was groggy enough that I thought I could sleep. Last night, I caught some of "Zoolander." Awesome. And also last night, my OCD kicked in at 11:45 pm and I wondered if I had indeed locked the clerk's office door at the church after getting the library key out of it for the Enrichment meeting. So, I went back to check. (And of course all was well.) *Sigh.*

So, I haven't felt much like posting, or being around other people, according to my husband. Maybe I was just angry at the world, maybe I was having a bad hormone week, or maybe I was just nervous about the upcoming ultrasound. I wanted so badly for S to get a sister--just one sister. And I worried that something would be wrong with one of the babies, and on and on with all of the scenarios that pregnant women worry about.

Well, the big day was today, and here are the results:


It might be tough to tell on this picture, but let's just say that this little boy was not shy about showing off his stuff. And the other one...
One of each! This was the scenario we hoped for, but I didn't want to let myself believe that it would actually happen.

Sure, it's awesome that S will get a sister and that this will work the best for our bedroom situation in the house. But what really matters is that we got to see two hearts beating away, arms and legs kicking around (and kicking each other in the head, from the looks of it), and four little feet, all in a row.

P.S. I had two nice things said to me today. The ultrasound tech said, "You're so small." If I wasn't covered in that goopy jelly and flat on my back, I would have hugged her. Then the nurse told me my arms were tiny. Almost hugged her too. :)