Lucky 7

Well…the rumors are true. And since my family has told literally everyone they can think of in the past hour alone, I may as well come clean.

I am not getting the stilts I wanted for my birthday. No birthday stilts y’all. It sucks. But…

I’m pregnant.

Yes, on purpose.

I know what causes that.

I know how to prevent it.

And we were prepared. We even got the new car that we’ve been needing since we had Lucy.

I can tote a neighborhood now.

I’m pumped. We’re 10-ish weeks in and I’ve been pleasantly problem-free. I even killed a 6-mile leg of a marathon and broke my record time during a particular section of pregnancy that has not historically been easy for me; Bed Rest Toni usually reigns over the first trimester, but this time? I’ve been running and hiking and swimming and lifting ALL the things without so much as a cautionary call to the doctor. In fact, my doctor has been refreshingly unconcerned with my non-high-risk self and I haven’t had to see her one bit.

Until today.

I’m starving and exhausted and intensely nauseas; this morning I spotted ever so slightly so I got a complimentary early ultrasound (jk, it was mos def NOT complimentary) at my doctor’s visit.

And.

I’m at a complete loss for words.

Because, twins.

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About Toni

Mom. Wife. Artist. I take care of the kids and pretend to clean sometimes. I can cook spagetti and I have never been arrested. View all posts by Toni

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