12 weeks.

Somehow I am already almost through my first trimester of pregnancy. Other than two weeks of nausea... it has been an uneventful 12 weeks. As hard as it is for me to get pregnant... my body sure handles it well once we get there.



I will be honest and say that I have had a hard time allowing myself to accept that I really am carrying two little babies in there, and frankly... just be happy about it. I think when you have gone through infertility, miscarriage, a rocky pregnancy and the trauma of receiving a diagnosis you never knew was coming at birth... well, you are always waiting for a bomb to hit. I was telling a friend yesterday that it almost seems like I don't believe that anything will ever come easy for us when it comes to adding to our family. That is a sad reality... but I think we have turned a corner.

Baby A...


We had an ultrasound yesterday for our nuchal translucency screening and everything looks great. Both babies had great neck measurements and both of their nasal bones were detected. It definitely was a relief to hear it from the doctor. Back story: Payton's nasal bone was not detected during our 20 week ultrasound with her... miraculously a level II ultrasound a week later did detect it... and we were told, "Your baby is fine... have a great life." Quite literally.

Baby B...


As they scanned the twins yesterday... we shared our experience with Payton with them. They said they were so sorry, but they couldn't help but laugh after all we went through... knowing how every screening the doctors had done had failed. We told them we were now quite skeptical when it comes to screening... they understood. Mostly we were there for the ultrasound and to see two heartbeats still pumping away... the screening results would not make a difference one way or another for us... and we were quite certain everything would be okay. More on that later.



Payton points to my belly every day and says, "Two babies." It is so cute. We have a whole lotta love in this house to give these babies... hope they don't get overwhelmed. Ha...

This is getting more and more real... love them so much already and we are beyond excited.

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We vacationed this summer in Myrtle Beach with my mom, sister and her family. We don't get to see my sister, brother-in-law and nieces very often since they moved... so it was nice to just have a week to hang out. It has sort of become a tradition of sorts for the kids to jump in the ocean fully clothed the night we get there... this year was no different. They love it... err, Mason and Payton love it... Nika was off somewhere watching, I'm sure.






Grandma and her grandbabies.

My niece Maya is the cutest friggen little thang with her piggies in her hair. Mason was playing with her when we were on vacation... and he suddenly proclaimed, "We are going to have two of you! We are so lucky!" Okay, be still my heart... love that kid.







So... while we were in Myrtle, we went on the SkyWheel 20-story-ferris-wheel of death. No way... never again. 


Payton cried. Mason cried. My sister cried (shhh). Not a joke... and I nearly had a panic attack because my kids were so upset. We almost had to push the emergency stop button before we even made it around once. No thank you... I'm good with my feet planted on the ground.





Cherish the memories.