
We knew that we were having a baby. We'd decided to have another one so when my doctor confirmed that I was pregnant last fall we were thrilled but not surprised. I hopped up on the table for what would be our first ultrasound and our doctor started moving the transducer over my still flat belly.
In that moment, Erik and I were honeymooning. Big time. We were holding hands punctuating our excitement with the occasional hand squeeze; I was gazing at his face while he looked at the ultrasound monitor for the first glimpse of our second baby. Until I heard Erik say in a bit of a panic "Wait! Wait a second! Was that TWO?"
Long story short: Doctor said "yes"
I said "WHAT!?"
And the colour drained from both our faces.
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We left the office that day in a trance, hugged by the subway entrance and each went back to our respective offices to mull over the news in our own way. I stormed in and shouted "I'm fucking having twins!"
After the initial face-smack of the news stopped stinging and the cycle of laughing/crying/forgetting/remembering slowed, our lives went more or less back to normal. Until now. I'm now 34 weeks, roughly the size of Jupiter and as of Tuesday, February 15 I was placed on bed rest. I began my maternity leave last week. It's about to get real.
I started this blog ages ago with the intention of aggregating all the wonderful things to do with kids in the NYC but, I got busy, stopped and ultimately forgot about Momnotony. Classic Kim - project collector. Now, facing weeks of bed rest, Momnotony takes on a new meaning.


