Tomorrow is Thanksgiving here in the states. I’m not a fan of the roots of this particular holiday, but I am a fan of any excuse to get family together and cook.
This year, we have so much to be thankful for. More than ever before.
Two babies. Two heartbeats.
Baby A was thumping away at 126 bpm, and Baby B was close behind at 123 bpm. Both are measuring on track.
As they handed me our ultrasound photos, my hands were shaking so badly I could hardly grab hold of them. Our nurse was squealing and our RE hugged me. I may have cried. Repeatedly.
It’s a happy, happy day. We are so grateful and excited. (And terrified, but I’m trying to keep that in the backseat for now.)
Twins. It’s official.