I would have to wait for January to know what sex the babies were, but none the less we were thrilled. Will began to strut, as if to say, “Hey, not only is she pregnant, but there's two of them and I did it.” I laughed and glowed. With the knowledge that multiples average on three weeks early, I was planning to have the nursery ready by the end of April. Cloth diapers were ordered off the Internet, as well as other items to which baby gender didn't matter.
I waited until my own birthday to have the gender discovering ultrasound done. I figured it was only fair that if Will could find out on his birthday that I am pregnant, then I would find out what sex they were on my birthday.
“Well. What do we have here?” the doctor sang.”You have a girl, and a...” he paused. I was plastered to the screen with my husband. “...girl. Two girls.” he announced at last.
“Good job hon.” Will said kissing my forehead.
“Well, really you decided that one.” the doctor reminded him.
“Good job hon.” I laughed, turning the long standing joke back at my beloved.”Hey, one for me, one for you.” I giggled.”Well I hope I get one.”
“They're ours dear, I'll share my girls with you.” he assured me.
“Well I hope so, I'm the one doing all the hauling here.” I laughed. “I just want to know that it won't be the only nine months I get with them.”
It was at this point that will decided that it would be safer that I not drive or sit in the front seat of a vehicle at all. This had been suggested at a class that we were taking and Will took it very seriously. He almost drove me nuts with his concerns until I gave him an expectant fathers book to read. He had it read in a week, his best time to date. After that he relaxed a bit. We continued to buy things for the nursery and Will started looking at baby clothes more than I. Outfits were bought, everything in two's just different colors. I could swear our children would be well dressed for the first three years of their lives before I stopped him. I had to remind him that other people would be buying us things for showers too.
I had three baby showers, one from my side of the family, one from his, and one from our friends. Three showers, three times we filled our vehicles with gifts. We did end up with duplicates, some of which we took back, others we held onto. We decided to leave some of the duplicate items at the grandparents homes for use there, whenever we would visit. My mom, Bella, and step-dad, John, would see the girls more often throughout the year, so more items were left at their house in Coon Rapids, than were left at Roxanne and John's, Will's parents, in Wisconsin. My friend, Callie, volunteered to take care of Will and me, the house, and the meals for the first few weeks after the girls were born. It would be wonderful having someone take care of us so we could take care of our children.
Everything was set and settled by tax day. Six more weeks and we would have the whole dream. By now though I was ready to be done being pregnant. I enjoyed it, but I was anxious to have them out and care for them on the outside world. I felt large and rolly-polly. On May 17, Will decided to take me out, to celebrate our family. Oddly one of the foods that I craved was from a Palestinian restaurant in Minneapolis. We went to the “Holy Land,” I eat, drank green tea, and was merry. We were on our way to a theater when my water broke, at eight thirty at night, far from home, and our hospital. Our hospital was an hour and a half away. Will didn't want to drive it, he figured we could go to a closer hospital. I called my OBGyn, he said to drive it. I wasn't in a great deal of pain with contractions or anything, so we had time.
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