Ready or Not, Here We Come

So I just celebrated my last birthday as a MNK (married no kids).  I am happy to announce that after many trials and tribulations, we are expecting. And of course, it is not like us to do anything half-assed, so it is not one but two babies . . . BOOM

Apparently, the little ones were first the size of poppy seeds,
then sesame seeds so we joked about making our own little everything bagels.  As we enjoy this quiet time of television watching and once-a-week laundry cycles, we have been looking for a bigger place to live since our household size will double in March.  There is a mix of emotions as I balance the relief and joy of getting to this point with the terror and uncertainty of what to expect.  I find myself woefully unprepared and reading "daddy books" seems fruitless.  Instead, for practice, I should set two different alarms on my phone for 2 AM and 4 AM nightly, go upstairs and then listen to Aaliyah's "Are You That Somebody" on repeat.  The alarm names could be Twin 1 and Twin 2.

All joking aside, we feel very blessed and eagerly await parenthood.  And just like R-Fed, we are happy to be having two peas in a pod.