It hit me the other day. Bethany was getting up off the couch and as she leaned forward, the belly was suddenly, unexpectedly, ever-so-much-more-so full, in a way it hasn't been up to now. There have been several of these moments over the last little while, each one just serving to confirm and reinforce what I already know, but still can't quite believe.
It's telling somebody new, and answering the requisite questions.* It's realizing at 9:45 in the evening on Labour Day that you've just had the last child-free summer of your life, or at least for the next couple of decades. It's looking at fruit in the grocery store and thinking, huh. This week they're the size of plums. Next week, they'll be the size of peaches. The week after that, lemons. At this point, mind you, I start questioning the baby app on my phone. Are lemons really bigger than peaches? Apparently, I'm not the only one wondering this.
So there's still some shock, and some acceptance, and some giddy excitement and the ratio of one to the others tends to vary by day. Some days I'm Tulo ("Wait. What? No, seriously- twins? What?"), some days I'm Fernandez ("Hells yeah it's twins!").
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But twins. Due in March, though we're given to understand that, being twins, they're quite likely to come early. I keep thinking about how busy we'll be between now and then, and then I attempt to calculate just how busy we'll be after that. It's almost literally inconceivable, pun not intended.
Mission Statement: This blog is intended as a record of the journey to parenthood. There will be humour, and reflection, and, title-post notwithstanding, only occasional swearing. I want to look at what it's like to get ready for the next phase of my life, and record the experience as often as I feel like.
*See next post.
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