Twenty three days ago, my life changed.
Michael and I both love being parents. We adore the stage of life where we are currently. If Michael would have his way, we’d have 12 kids. BUT I’ve about hit my crazy limit. Well actually, it’s a well known fact that I’ve been crazy for years, but kids just up the ante when it comes to my crazy levels. So, we discussed our stopping number. My number was 4. Michael wanted 5.
In August, we found out we were expecting again. I was quick to assure Michael that this was it. No more pregnancies. Last kid. I’d reached my limit. And somewhere in the pleasant debate of a conversation, he mentioned that he’d pray for twins.
So, twenty three days ago, I went in for my ultrasound and awkwardly waddled onto the ultrasound table with my pregnant belly, dreading having to sit on the strip of crinkly tissue paper that I stick to EVERY TIME. I laid down on the table and the ultrasound tech squirted my belly with the warm oozy goop. Impatiently, I waited for those magical words that every mother longs to hear. “It’s a GIRL!” or “It’s a BOY!”
Instead, I heard the new definition of ‘Crazy‘–“You have twins!” Surprise!
My tears started simultaneously with Michael’s laughter and we continued on that way for what seemed like forever. In the midst of the shock, I think I uttered something to the ultrasound tech along the lines of, “Are you kidding?” But, the pictures on the screen validated the truth behind her words.
“Michael, Did you pray for this? Did you?” I stammered. He assured me that he wasn’t seriously praying for twins, though I’m still questioning that one. And here we find ourselves 23 days later. Honestly, I’m still trying to grasp the supposed simple truth that in just a few short months, our family will grow by 2 little boys and our lives will be changed, once again, for the better.
My friend said it best– “God has a way of undoing our ‘no-nevers’.” It’s true. Though the thought of twins is undoubtedly overwhelming, I know that many others have blazed the twin-raising trail and have lived to tell about it. I take comfort in the fact that God knew each of my children’s names before one of them came to be. And I can surely rest in the knowledge that He planned BOTH of these two boys to be part of our family long ago.
Bring on the crazies.