Today we had our 20 week (I'm 19.1) anatomy scan with the MFM.
This is kind of a big deal.
I realize that most of you will skip forward through my babble
and get to the part about the babies' goods.
But, to me, to us, that is not the most important thing.
Our biggest concern was if they were healthy.
And doing what they should.
I will cut to the chase and tell you that they are wonderful.
And, at this point, are healthy and looking normal.
We had a 90 minute sonogram.
The sonographer was ridiculously good and
it was obvious this was not her first bull ride.
She measured everything and looked at everything
to make sure organs were developing properly
and things were working the way they should.
We got to see toes
and eye sockets
and the 4 chambers of the hearts
and baby kidneys
and total cuteness abounding from H & P.
It was a squee!fest for me the entire time.
Unfortunately, she couldn't tell us good or bad news.
She shows the doctor the images
and then the doctor reports to us what is going on.
After the sonogram we had 20 minutes for lunch
and returned to the office to meet with the doctor.
Not surprisingly, she was 45 minutes late.
Which didn't calm my nerves at all.
I was starting to convince myself that something was wrong
if it was taking that long.
She finally came in.
And the words, "We don't see anything that looks concerning.
Everything looks really good"
were the most beautiful and relaxing words I have ever heard.
An answer to prayer 748,473.
We discussed more,
which may or may not come in a later post.
Let me just say,
that it is way fun texting and calling with good news.
And my cheeks hurt from smiling
and my heart is full of...
is there even a word for this feeling?
Here is Herbie, also known as Baby A.
And a thumbsucker.
And a boy.
A beautiful, 11 ounce boy.
And the calmer one of the two.
And here is Puckett, also known as Baby B.
And a mover and shaker.
And a girl.
Her little peanut nose about does me in.
We are blessed.
With a little boy and a girl.
Another little son and daughter.
They are healthy.
They are full of life.
They are mine.
I could not ask for more.
my cup runneth over.
My heart overflows.
Disclaimer: Again, my heart does not forget the sorrow, sadness, and heartbreak that posts like this bring to other people. I realize that any announcement, of any sort, brings bitterness and questions to the forefront once again. I have not forgotten what it is like to be on that journey and my prayers and thoughts continue to be with those families who feel this sorrow. I have not forgotten. When grief carves such a deep hole in your life for so long, one cannot forget.