It's Sinking in

I'm at 13 and a half weeks today. Trust me, you count in days in the early days of pregnancy, willing the viability to go up on a daily basis.

The last two and a half weeks have been crazy. We've had Christmas, we I was felled by fatigue after walking 6 miles. Pre-pregnancy that was standard fare. We also got the results back from our Harmony test. Totally freaky, but they test my babies' DNA, which is floating about in my blood. Totally freaky. In any case, we tested low risk for all the chromosomal abnormalities, which is a relief.

We went to the Met Museum, where I fell asleep on the floor against the wall of the Armoury Room. I could have slept there for hours.

On New Year's Day, we went to look at baby stuff. Mainly to scare the Boy into accepting we're having twins. One thing I've found amazing: double strollers are enormous. I mean, huge. It's quite incredible. They have the turning circle of gigantic lorries. How will I cope?

We've started telling family and I've been surprised by reactions. When we announced our last pregnancy, people were instantly happy and congratulated us. On this occasion, immediate reactions have been mixed. How will you cope? You're too small! It'll be so expensive. Were you on fertility treatment? From what I've read, this is only the beginning...

Today, I saw the kids on the ultrasound. They were hilarious. There's chilled baby and bossy baby. I have a picture of the bossy one right up close to the other twin, clearly trying to engage him or her. The other one has his/her hands over his/her ears as if to say, enough! The doctor said, 'I wish I could video this... The bossy one keeps kicking the other one's butt.'

Scan on a proper machine on Thursday. Eek!