Yesterday R’s mom (AKA Mimi) made breakfast and asked her husband whether he’d like two eggs or one. He chose one. Then she cracked open her own egg and out spilled two yolks. A few hours later, 2,375 miles away, her daughter sat nervously on a cold exam table and waited. The doctor entered the room, shook hands and began searching for a gestational sac. She found two, and the sweet flutter of a heartbeat in each one.
She cautioned against celebration, saying it is just too early to know how things will pan out. She strongly advised against telling anyone about our twins. We gave it some careful consideration, and then decided to let you in on the secret. Our babies are here, now, and we want to experience the full measure of joy they bring. If you can, please keep them in your thoughts and prayers.