One of the good things about being pregnant with twins is that automatically you are 'high risk'. That's not the good part so keep reading. Being high risk means ultrasounds galore. At special high risk centers with their fancy million dollar machines. My doctor told me that I could have an ultrasound every week if I wanted. And my insurance covers it. All. So we have been able to see the little goobers go from blobs with flickering heartbeats to aliens to fat necked, big headed gummy bears to yes, finally little human looking babies.
Today we went and confirmed the fact that our babies do have genders and that several specialists have been right all along. The pics aren't great because things are getting pretty crowded in there.
Please meet
baby boy Martin. If you look close you can see a foot (which does not belong to him) by his face in the background. More on this later.
And now meet
baby girl Martin. We didn't get many good pics of her today. Frankly, I don't blame her for being difficult. She was having a rough day for several reasons.
1. She is on the bottom and is getting smashed by her brother, who by the way, weighs 2 ounces more than her. He was all stretched out and she was, well, smashed.
2. Her brother kept being a brother and was putting his bum right in her face. Poor thing.
3. She had the hiccups.I don't know about you but it ticks me off when I have the hiccups.
After watching these two for an hour I promptly came home and ordered several books online on how to raise twins. We are going to have our hands full.
