I am 16 going on...............

So I had my 16 week appt a few weeks back. (I was on vacation and too busy packing to write). My regular dr. had to perform some sort of surgery. So another dr. from the practice did my check up. She was so sweet. Did the usual "how you feeling, what are you eating, are you exercising", my annswers "fine, everything, but vegetables, and I walk lots". So then she got out this little machine that has a speaker on one end, and a prober type item on the other to hear the heartbeat(s). I say singular because last time my dr. said it would be difficult to tell them apart since they are twins, yada yada. This sub dr said " We can try and hear them both, you never know".

So she started on my right side, and Twin A was a beating away. Then I heard this SWOOSH sound. She said it was movement. Like a dolphin swishing it's tail in the sea, sonar picks up that sound. Similar, but Twin A is in a much smaller sea. Twin A was moving like crazy, but still to early for me to feel anything.

She moved over to my left side. Twin B's heartbeat was CRAZY fast!! Not abnormal she said, but much faster then Twin A. But B wasn't really moving at all.

Now this leads me to my 12 week ultrasound. Andy and I decided to take part in California's Pre Natal Screening. The tests are genetic testing of my blood and the kids. All of the results are given to the State Dept of Health for research. If this can help researchers than we were on board. So my 12 week ultrasound was about measuring the neck of the kids to make sure that it wasn't too thick. Apparently this is how you can tell if a fetus has spinia bifida, down syndrome, and a few other disabilities. When the tech was doing the ultrasounds, Twin A would NOT hold still. Kept moving all over the place and she wasn't able to get a measurement for some time. Finally A cooperated. Twin B on the other hand was having a siesta. Lying perfectly in a left profile position.

My mom has taken this to mean that Twin A is me,and Twin B is Andy. And now they both think I am having one boy and one girl. Hmmmmm.

I have my next ultrasound appt in a few weeks. We have to make sure and tell the tech that we do NOT want to know what we are having. We are enjoying not finding out what we are having. I find myself saying "him,he" sometimes, but I don't think anything of it. I would like 2 girls only to watch Andy go weak at the knees and be so out of his element. The though of 2 boys is overwhelming to me, but I know that I could hose em' off outside instead of giving them a bath if they are dirty. As for one of each, all I can think of is puberty. One of each, going through puberty. I would die. Andy would die. Each of them crushing on the other's friend or something? Oh man. I am so not ready for puberty.

I'm what?!?!?!

Finding out you are pregnant is not an easy thing to describe. It's different for everyone. I have made a list of what I would compare it to for everyone.
Finding out your pregnant is like:
*winning the big ticket item at a raffle you never thought you'd get
*your favorite college football player going #1 in the draft to your favorite team
*coming home from work and seeing your favorite dish all prepared
*going to the grocery store and seeing all ice cream is on sale
*getting a bill in the mail that says you over paid and don't have to pay this month
*going to the dentist and being told "your teeth look great keep it up"
*sitting on an airplane in the window seat and the person in the middle seat doesn't show up, letting you have a little extra space.

Now finding out you are pregnant with twins is something I CAN describe. Since I was a little girl and first saw "The Parent Trap" I have wanted twins. My entire life, I just thought it would be so fun to have twins. My family thought I was crazy as did most of my friends. When I told Andy this he thought I was out of my mind. I used to day dream about having twins. This is how much I have always wanted twins. When we went in for our first appointment, 8 weeks, the Dr. went through all the regular pregnancy stuff, eat healthy, exercise, this is your due date. I wanted to get to the Ultrasound. He told us we may not see a heart beat since it was a bit early. We got lucky. He found a sac with a heart beat. We both sorta tuned him out at the point and were just happy that the sac had a heartbeat. But then the Dr, kept moving around the wand to see more. I wasn't sure what was going on. Then he says this "Oh, and here we have a second sac with a heart beat, you are having twins"

EXCUSE ME?!?!?!? I sat up, looked at him and said "Your kidding me?" He said, I wouldn't kid about this. Andy went blank and silent, I asked a bazillion questions, (what are the chances, are they conjoined, are you sure) He took us back to the exam room, went through some "Twin" facts, (born early, smaller weight) told us congrats and left us. I looked at Andy and just cried. From shock. You see, Andy had kidded me for years he did NOT want twins. I felt crushed, probably from the hormones and asked Andy "Are you mad at me, is this ok?" Of course he wasn't mad, of course he was ok, he was just in shock he told me. This explained why I was getting larger so early. I spent the better part of the morning freaking out and crying. The poor nurse where I had to have blood work done was the first victim of my crying freaking out. She was so nice.

But the reason for this post is this, how can I describe what it's like to find out your having twins? Like this. Finding out I was having twins was like the time I wished for a pet pig and got it.

I had asked for a pet pig for my birthday every year since I can remember. For my 17th birthday I got one. I was in such shock that I got what I had always wanted. That's how I can describe having twins.

What's in a name?

I have decided to start a blog. Since we are back in California, and further away from my family, and Andy's family is spread around we (I) thought it would be a great idea. But the most stressful part of a blog is naming it! You want something fun, but not cutesy, hip, but not lame. So I had to turn back the clock to when Andy and I first met. And see if there was something there that would give me inspiration.

We met in Grafenwoehr, Germany June 10th, 2001. We were exhausted and getting our room assignments. Andy and I were the last two to receive our assignments. Our director said to head to Burger King for breakfast(lunch). I headed over to BK with another girl, Melissa, and we got our meals and sat down. Andy and another guy sat down with us. I made some comment about how the pop tasted so good. Andy then commented it's called soda in California. I told him I am from Washington and everyone calls it pop. This has been the only thing we disagree upon every single day since we got married.

I say pop, Andy says soda. I love going to Oregon and Washington where in the grocery stores, signs hang above the aisle that say "Pop, Chips, Cookies" to show him he is wrong. And likewise, in California, signs hang above the aisle here that say "Soda,Chips, Cookies". This is what sets us apart. I am a resident of California, but I refuse to say Soda. It doesn't feel right coming out of my mouth. Sure I get made fun of, but I am being true to me. I have "accidentally" said soda a few times, but no harm no foul. Andy has said pop a few times, but only when we are in Washington, or at home he has said it so he can get the point across to me of what he wants. "Syd,put some pop in the fridge" otherwise, I wouldn't do it if he said soda.

So this fun exchange between us nearly every day is how I decided to name the blog. Although, this blog won't be sent out to anyone for at least 4 more weeks. So until then, it's just us.