It is so sweet and so much more precious than I could have ever prepared myself for. Having two babies at once is so, so special. They're starting to recognize each other. They interact. They stare. Sometimes they even smile at one another.
I am obsessed. It is the most precious thing I have ever witnessed.
I can only feel gratitude in my heart. I have a husband who is my best friend, and I have two beautiful babies — my baby boy and my baby girl. Some days I feel so whole it's overwhelming. So whole that I almost look for something bad, just to balance it out.
They're four months old now. We just passed the time they were conceived. Thinking back to last year feels unreal.
I was finishing my last day as a patient transporter. My husband kidnapped me for a weekend in Savannah. We had dinner. I think it was the last time I drank wine. I was sewing tote bags, having so much fun creating and planning.
Then, a week before my birthday, my period didn't start.
You could say we were trying, but I was also preparing to start school. I took the test. Two lines.
Just me and the two lines.
I didn't truly understand what I was seeing. Reality doesn't set in for me right away, so I had little reaction. It didn't help that my husband and I had some friction at the time. I walked out of the bathroom and showed him the stick. Then I left for my 8am shift.
I felt heavy at work.
I needed to tell someone. I left that day with one person knowing and went straight home to start planning. I signed up for everything — WIC, Healthy Start, short-term disability, FMLA. I was going to have this baby. I was getting excited.
Whatever we were fighting about disappeared almost instantly. We were making big plans for ourselves.
At the time, we were living in my 1,200-square-foot condo with our four cats. We could've stayed there. But suddenly we wanted a house. A yard. A garage. A bigger car.
Before we let ourselves get too far ahead, I had to go to my first appointment.
April 1st. I didn't think anything of the date until it arrived. April Fool's Day.
Whatever. This isn't a joke.
We just wanted to hear a heartbeat. We wanted a healthy baby.
The device went in. We stared at the screen. They were so small. I couldn't believe something was growing inside of me.
Then she said it.
"There are two babies in here."
I looked at Paul instantly. I knew our lives were about to explode — in the best way.
We told everyone right away. The news was too big to hold. We didn't understand how we were having twins, but apparently they run in my family. I ovulated two eggs. Two separate sacs. Two separate babies.
Our beautiful Baby A and Baby B. Healthy. Growing well.
One thing I loved hearing at every appointment was that DiDi twins are their favorite kind. They don't share anything but a womb.
Going home that day felt unreal.
We speculated about genders constantly. Two boys felt chaotic. Two girls felt expensive. A boy and a girl felt perfect for us (obviously).
Just the thought of them pushed us to buy a house, get married, and buy a new car — all within a year.
Life was looking rich.