19w, 3d

Yesterday was the "big" u/s. DH took the afternoon off work to go along. It is the first time he has been able to go to an appointment with me. And it was LONG. I am thinking I must have been laying there on the u/s table for over 2 hours. A lot of it was boring - just waiting for the tech to point something out. I was looking forward to being told I had to lay pretty much flat on my back since I have been told mostly to avoid that situation. I did need to take a couple breaks since the baby weight on my aorta was apparently cutting off my blood supply and making me feel no very good at all. In the end, all their body parts were accounted for and all the measurements were within normal range.

Two boys. Crazy. I really wasn't feeling it one way or another what gender they would be, but DH and I both figured their had to be at least one girl in there. I'm never right with these things though. She checked Baby A first and I could see the picture between the legs kind of zooming in and out and I just blurted out, "Uh oh." Before she was ready to say anything, I saw a penis sticking out. It was a good 45 minutes until she was ready to check Baby B. I figured that one would have to be a boy. I never saw Baby B's penis but she did announce it was a boy. DH said he certainly saw a penis sticking out.

DH and I went to dinner afterward. Partly because we don't go out often and my parents were going to be taking our kids out to eat last night. Partly because we ate out at a particularly restaurant the day we got matched with both our boys during the adoption process and decided on names for them there. Mostly on the ride to the restaurant and the ride from there to home we came up for reasons why two boys would be way better than any other combination for these twins. I think it was mainly an exercise to convince ourselves that this was a good thing. I didn't have my mind set on any particular gender. I thought two girls would be nice to even things out a bit. Plus, I haven't parented a girl yet and would like to experience that and experience the mother-daughter relationship from the mother's point of view. But really, two boys in our boy heavy household are a much better fit. I am way more into dump trucks and bulldozers than I am into princesses and pretty clothes. I grew up a tomboy and haven't really changed. I think I "get" boys way better than I "get" girls. I pretty much avoided too many friendships with girls up until a few years ago because I just couldn't stand the pettiness of it all.

We did have an official naming ceremony at the restaurant. It was actually pretty easy to come up with two names. We have been through our likes and dislikes of boy names twice already. We were both armed with a list of names we liked, lists that ended up being pretty short. I think I had 10 names and DH had 8. There were several names neither of us bothered to put on the list because we put them on our lists the last two times and the other person shot them down. After sharing our lists, we ended up with a shortened combined list of five names we could both live with. It was quickly decided that one of those would be a middle name. Down to four names, debated and talked a bit and changed our minds and thought and narrowed it down to two names and picked another middle name. Nothing is set in stone yet. Maybe we will change our minds 100 more times before these babies arrive. What are the names? Well, you will just have to wait until these boys come into the outside world to find out.

Then we came home and I threw up. What a great end to a great day.