In January 2004 I found myself pregnant for the third time. Michael and I were thrilled. Baby number 3 would likely complete our family (HA!!). In February 2004, a routine dating ultrasound at my first OB appointment revealed something so shocking that for several moments, I was convinced that the image on the screen was stuck there from someone else’s ultrasound.
We would be having not one, but TWO babies.
After a mostly smooth and uneventful pregnancy, during which time I grew bigger than I thought it was possible to grow, I went into labor at just a couple of days shy of 38 weeks.
Annabelle was born at 2:21 p.m., weighing 5 pounds 12 ounces and measuring 18 inches, and Daisy emerged 18 minutes later at 2:39 p.m, weighing 6 pounds 1 ounce and measuring 19 inches. Since then, it’s been one adventure after another with these two!
Raising twins has been something else. Early on, I felt like I had won the lottery, getting TWO babies who grew into two chubby-cheeked, curly-headed cherubs at first glance. It only took about a year and a half, however, to learn that those curls and chubby cheeks hid evil genius. Okay, I kid! They’re not evil, but man, oh man, do they run me ragged with their antics.
Happy birthday, my beautiful, wild, and wacky girls.