Becoming a mommy....twice, no, three times.

I am one of those annoying women who got pregnant on the first try. In fact, we were so torn as to whether we were ready to get pregnant that we left it up to God and one single attempt. 10 days later I got a very faint line on a Dollar Tree pregnancy test. Say what you will, those cheap suckers work!

My first pregnancy wasn't the worst in the world but it certainly made consider being the mother of an only child. Toward the end I was convinced that I was the world's largest wuss because I felt I was in more pain than I probably should be. Since I was technically a high-risk pregnancy I had ultrasounds pretty often and the very last was at 37 weeks, 4 days. I had been told at previous growth ultrasounds that Abby was measuring pretty far ahead but I never imagined what I was about to hear. Once he'd finished all of the measurements he started to laugh... I don't know about you but I prefer not to hear laughter when I'm without pants and the size of Texas. Shortly after I started scanning the ultrasound screen I saw "Weight estimate: 11 lbs 2 oz". Say whaaaat?! I laid back onto the bed as the doctor practically skipped into the next room to share the excitement with my OB. I can understand that this is a rarity in their field but I'd appreciate some kind of explanation before the news is called to take pictures of the woman with the elephant-sized baby.

The next 18 hours were a bit of a blur. I was told to go immediately to the hospital and schedule the c-section for the next day. I asked if there was any chance Abby would flip and I would be able to deliver her naturally but they assured me (after their laughter subsided) that it was dangerous and unlikely. Logan and I quickly made a Target run to get all of the last-minute items that we'd need for out little Abby's arrival.... like a crib.

At this point in our lives we were living in a 37' 5th wheel which is less glamorous than it sounds. A year prior to getting pregnant Logan and I had decided to become "Ranger Residents" and in exchange for getting a VERY cheap rent Logan would be on call all the time. While it wasn't ideal for our first child, most people who saw how we'd had it set up were pleasantly surprised how cozy it was.
We didn't quite have time to completely prepare because my c-section was scheduled for the following morning at 7 AM. At this point I still see 7 AM as incredibly early... I would later consider this sleeping in. We left the house at around 5 but not before I had my last experience with morning sickness for this pregnancy. Arriving at the hospital it all suddenly became real. I was about to bring a new life into this world, a life that I would be responsible for guiding and protecting. Once I couldn't feel anything from the waist down I began feeling pressure and pulling, from what Logan told me it was pretty gruesome. Then, I heard a beautiful cry.... followed a few minutes later by "Holy crap!". 10 lbs, 13oz. No wonder my pelvis felt like it was being broken.

The next year I struggled with postpartum anxiety and felt by Abby's first birthday that I wasn't interested in having more children.... but that wasn't really up to me, now was it?

Valentine's day, 2009 was a special day... even more special was February 19th/20th when I took pregnancy tests that started out negative but after some time were clearly positive. Since they were over the 10 minute deadline I only slightly ignored them, though my instincts were telling me I was preggo. Doing the math in my head that meant IF I were pregnant, I was only about 5-6 days post ovulation... Wait, WHAT?! Then it hit me (yes, that soon) holy crap its twins. It wasn't until my 8 week appointment that it was confirmed.

I was watching the little ultrasound screen watching for a little flutter or maybe a tiny outline... instead I see 2 circles. "Why are their two of them?? DOCTOR WHY ARE THERE TWO OF THEM!?" He laughed (why are my pregnancies sooo hilarious?) and said you're having twins! After that all Logan and I could do was laugh... a lot. Inside we were freaking out. My first thought was "Holy crap, we're going to need a house" the second was "The girls on MB are NOT going to believe this!". My mind is still trying to wrap itself around the idea of two babies at the same time when my OB chimes in "This is going to be exciting, these babies are going to be 8 lbs each EASY!"... holy crap, he's right.

My pregnancy was actually a dream. Morning sickness ended after 2 weeks and even then it only lasted until just after 1 PM. While my pelvis hurt I was THRILLED to not spend all of my time feeling sick. As expected the twins were measuring on the larger side and when I reached 37 weeks I was scheduled for a c-section. I was shocked to find that Matt was born at a whopping 9 lbs 5 oz and June a slightly less huge 8 lbs 12 oz. Needless to say I felt much lighter after they were brought into the world and it wasn't only because I'd literally lost 40 lbs in the delivery room. They were healthy, happy and alllll mine! I kept trying to stop from falling asleep because I couldn't stop looking at them. This, along with the birth of Abby, was the best day of my life.