The beginning - two pink lines

Today is September 12, 2011. The twins are 4.5 months old. I had a very eventful pregnancy and the last 4 months have been the most hectic of my life. Much more so than law school, working in a busy law firm or starting my own business. I could start my story from this point, but I think the last year has been so amazing that I'd like to share it. Actually, it was just about a year ago that we found out we were pregnant. Little did we know, we were in for multiple shocks along the way.

Let's start at the beginning.

August, 2010 - Jesse and I agree to try to get pregnant this month. I'd been charting my cycle for a few months and was pretty sure I knew when I was likely ovulating. So, we gave'er a go and waited...assuming it was going to take a few months for anything to really happen...we had heard stories of others trying to get pregnant for months, years and just assumed it would take close to a year. We wanted to be pregnant by the time I was 30, and since I was coming close to my 29th birthday we though it was time to start trying...

Fast forward a few weeks and I was feeling different already. My breasts were sore, I got a very badly infected blister, for no apparent reason and I was feeling rather tired. After returning from a work trip to Montreal (where I had to go on antibiotics for the aforementioned infected blister) I told Jesse we better go get a pregnancy test. He was reluctant to as he was sure we wouldn't get pregnant on the first "try". I told him I felt strange and would like to know if I I could have wine tonight without guilt. Needless to say, I haven't had a guilt-free sip of wine since...

It wasn't one of those "made for t.v." revelations that we were pregnant. No, I rushed upstairs to use the stick as soon as we got home. Jesse was downstairs putting something away in the kitchen. As soon as my pee hit the stick and I pulled it up to look at it something amazing happened. INSTANT two pink lines! and the "pregnant" line was even thicker and pinker than the "not-pregnant" line. It was official. I had a lot of pregnancy hormones in my pee and therefore, was pregnant. I yelled: "Um, Jesse" in a tone that said all I needed to say, and he said "Shut the F*$% Up". Not exactly that joyous, loving, we're about to have a baby moment that is the stuff of car commercials.

Anyways, once the initial shock passed for both of us we realized, this was it, we were going to have a baby (or so we thought at the time). We started calling our parents (we can't keep secrets) and in 30 mins or so our immediate families knew and we tried to get some sleep.

A quick google search and I figured my due date was going to be somewhere around the end of May. Perfect timing. I could continue to work, and take 3 months off during the summer...I could do this, continue to build my new law firm, build a baby, build a full and complete life.

Despite feeling a bit overwhelmed (and Jesse very proud of his siring abilities) we slept soundly that night, content with the news that we had a bun in the oven and the best part of life was about to begin.