|You know you're having twins when:|
the sheet of ultrasound pictures you come
home with is as long as you are tall.
Mother's intuition, however, has failed me once again. I thought that Baby B (the one who has camped out underneath my right rib cage) was a girl and Baby A (who's grabbed a seat on the exit row) was a boy. Nope. Turns out it's the other way around. You win some, you lose some.
But the best part, the absolute best part, is that the doctor said everything looked healthy, all the way down to two seemingly well-shaped pairs of feet.
And I have a lot more to write about that, and a lot more to write about today in general, but I am nodding off as I type. Bed sounds very good right now. Plus, I'd like tomorrow's thoughts to be a little more coherent than they would be if they were today's words.