When we found out we were pregnant, I was thrilled, beyond thrilled. I didn't care if it was a boy or a girl or twins as long as they arrived healthy and we got to be parents.
When we found out it was twins I felt the same. However, given the additional work and preparation that would go along with twins we also agreed to find out the sexes as soon as we could. Knowing that the babies are fraternal, we talked about 2 boys and 2 girls and one of each. We talked about the imagined benefits and realities of each scenario.
I couldn't help but think that they would be boys. Boys have been such a big part of my life - first my baby brother, then the twins and their brother I babysat growing up. And my family already has girls, my two beautiful nieces. Their home is covered in pink. I could imagine mine covered in blue.
However, when the ultrasound showed their profiles at 13 weeks and they looked so different, I became convinced it was a boy and a girl. And so I waited and waited for the chance to find out .... but I was pretty sure.
And I was right!
It was an amazing feeling, hearing those words from the doctor, "Baby A is a boy and baby B is a girl."
I'm so excited, feel so blessed that not only will we get to be parents but get to experience it with a son and a daughter. Our house will be covered in all the colours of the rainbow. :)
We're at 25 weeks. Both babies move every day, some days more than others. It reassures me.
It's lovely that children can reassure parents.... I wonder if that will be a common thread going forward.
Quick update: The doctor called yesterday. She wants to remain causious and I'm not supposed to walk around much but I don't have to be lying down, which is good.
My belly definitely has a new shape to it. Baby A is low, noticibly lower than 2 weeks ago and when he kicks a certain way he's tap, tap, tapping on my bladder. Sometimes I need to pee desperately two minutes after I just went.