We went in for our first ultrasound on 11/25. We were SO excited to find out if we were having one or two little ones. Brant saw it first - or should I say them(!). There were THREE black blobs, not one, not two, but three. We were able to see the heartbeat of two, but couldn't see the heartbeat of the third. The tech named them A, B, and C. The doctor warned us of a 'phantom twin' one that diminishes over time. So we arrived at our appointment wondering if we were having one or two and left wondering if we were having two or three - needless to say we were both shocked.
One night when trying to decide what to have for dinner we were gazing into the refrigerator hoping to be inspired. I have been so frustrated with nothing sounding good yet knowing I need to be eating far more than I was. I started crying because nothing sounded good to me. Brant burst out laughing while consoling me declaring "Oh my god, you are SO pregnant." It made me laugh too - perhaps I am already emotional.
Later that week we drove to Indianapolis and Kentucky for Thanksgiving. We had a lot to be thankful for, but just didn't know how much. During the drive with Bonnie, there were many bathroom breaks and two bags of cheetos consumed before noon. I think the last time I ate cheetos prior to this trip was 5 years ago - but all the sudden, I NEEDED them. Jason noticed that I was sleeping a lot while in Kentucky and asked if Brant was drugging me. I wanted to respond "I'm trying to grow babies, here" but reserved this response in exchange for my typical dig on a dislike of trivial pursuit.
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