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Thanks for all of your sweet messages yesterday!

It has been a HUGE shock but we are getting a little more excited every day.

(I think this picture is hilarious. My face is like total disbelief. Nick looks happier than can be. And Reagan is like "what the heck are we taking pictures for"- totally not cooperating for the pic, but instead lounging on me!)

Nick and I decided to go off the pill and "try" for Baby #2 after New Years.

Pretty much all of January I was EXHAUSTED! Like more than I've ever felt in my life.. I remember blogging about it and a couple of you said "Maybe you are preggo?". But I thought pregnancy exhaustion didn't / wouldn't hit till later  so I dismissed the idea. 

I took a pregnancy test on the earliest day the test said I could- a Friday. And it said "Negative". 

We were disappointed but knew many friends really struggling with infertility that we knew this was not a big deal. It would happen when God was ready.

Monday and Tuesday were crazy days at school and I was ready for a "me" day.  So I took Wednesday off from school.  I had lunch with my sister and baby Charlotte and I told her how I felt queezy and still hadn't gotten my period. She said we should go home and take another test. So off I went to pee in a cup and then fed my sweet niece her bottle.  I was pretty positive it would be negative again, so I was pretty nonchalant. As I finished up Charlotte's bottle I walked into the bathroom and found the test saying "Positive". 

That afternoon my Mom, Meg, and I ran some errands and tried to figure out a cute way to tell Nick I was pregnant. I ended up getting 2 little ducks (for Nick and I) and a cake.  I also made a little sign saying "We are two lucky ducks".  I put it in the fridge and waited for Nick to get home. When Nick got home I asked him to bring me a drink from the fridge- and surprise!

My pregnancy thus far has been horrible. It has been way worse than with Reagan. (Should have seen some flashing lights there!) We had our first Dr. Appointment at 8 weeks.  When the Dr. asked me how I was feeling and such, I told her how it was worse than I remembered. I told her how I feel exhausted all the time and nauseous 24/7. She laughed and joked, "Maybe you're having twins".  To which I responded, "you better not be jinxing me". Fast forward to the ultrasound and boom- TWINS. I think I said "Oh my Gosh" about 50 times and Nick just sat there silent.

Everything checked out great. The babies were measured at exactly the same stage and had healthy heartbeats.  They each had their own sac, which makes them most-likely fraternal and not identical.

After the ultrasound the Dr. shifted gears and said that this would be a totally different kind of pregnancy.  Each Dr. appt. would last 2x as long, I now have to see her plus a multiple specialist, and I would have "double the fun" of morning sickness and exhaustion. Awesome.  She also told me that I probably wont be able to work next year. There was a lot of information being thrown our way that we honestly never in thought about.  We left the Dr. appointment and I burst into tears.  We went to my mom's house to pick up Reagan and she saw me crying.  She assumed that I had probably had a miscarriage and was shocked when we told her the news of twins.  We couldn't think of anyone on my side of the family with twins. (Turns out we were able to trace someone far off down the family tree- but still.... pretty random!)

We've had some time for the news to really settle in. And it has been difficult. Nick and I are big planners and this throws our "life plan" completely off.  It has reminded me that God is in control- not me. My family has been amazing and have already volunteered time, money, supplies. Not to mention endless hugs and crying phone calls. My friends and also been super supportive with flowers, positive outlooks, and support. We are getting used to the idea and know that it will all work out. 

Yes, our life will change. 

But we are blessed.