I was labeling a Postcrossing postcard from Taiwan, and when it self-sorted alphabetically I stumbled upon a photo labeled TwinUltrasound:
As well as a helpful visual aide I apparently made at some point for anyone having trouble with just the ultrasound technician's labels:
Notice it was 5 days before Christmas when I found out. It was 11:24 in the morning; on the way home, I called my mom at school for the first and last time ever. (One does not call a teacher during the work day unless there is life-draining blood, structure-threatening fire, or twins.)
Oh, and look! Here's me pregnant with the twins!
And I am TALL, and so long-torsoed I can't wear one-piece swimming suits, and I am not arching my back or tipping backwards at all---it's that even the one-size-too-big maternity shirt no longer has anywhere near enough tum space to hang straight across for someone measuring "50 weeks" pregnant. (Also: note I am using a camera that used ACTUAL FILM! We didn't switch to digital until the twins were about 6 months old. I am deliberately hiding my face with the camera because that removed one of the variables that made me not want to save pictures.)
And here they are in the hospital! You can see Edward had a bit of jaundice:
And going home, with TWO infant car seats:
At first you can make do with one bouncy seat (put one leg of each twin through each leg opening, so no one slides out through a leg hole). (It's making you feel kind of nervous, the way Edward doesn't seem to have room to breathe, right? He did that ALL THE TIME. I consulted anxiously with the pediatrician about it. He nodded seriously, considered seriously, and reassured my pale, damp-shirted self.)
And here I am, looking a bit bloodless and tired on the ugliest couch we ever owned, tandem-nursing while doing Sudoku puzzles (that's TWO great baby gifts: the tandem-nursing pillow from my cousin Lee, and the puzzle book from my friend Melissa):
It's tempting for me to get a bit glossy-eyed here, so let's not forget the tandem screaming:
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