{Babies! As in two!}

We  found out we were going to be parents on April 16, 2012.  What a wonderful and nerve racking day!  I was scheduled to go to the doctor early that morning for a pregnancy test.  My emotions and mind were racing.  I was hopeful and excited, but knew I had to prepare myself for a negative result.  I drove to the doctor's office and patiently sat in the waiting room.  They called my name and off I went to have my blood drawn.  It was a quick appointment.  The nurse sent me on my way and said I would receive a call, later that day, with the results. 

I didn't have, what I thought, were the usual signs of pregnancy.  I wasn't queasy or tired and aside from my rampant emotions, I felt pretty good.  The entire drive home I thought, "I don't think it worked.  I'm not pregnant."  However, when I pulled into the garage and turned off my car, the thought came to my mind, "You can still be positive even if the IVF didn't work."  

I am, by nature, a positive person.  Yes.  My positive outlook may come more naturally than it does to others.  However, making a point to be happy, is something I consciously do.  I make an effort to ensure my life is one of happiness and laughter.    

As I got out of the car, I thought of Marjorie Pay Hinckley.  She is, aside from my mother, one of the most positive women I have ever known. And although I never knew her, personally, I admire her outlook on life.  She said, "The only way to get through life is to laugh your way through it.  You either have to laugh or cry.  I prefer to laugh.  Crying gives me a headache."  I decided then and there I would be happy if my pregnancy test was positive or negative.

How could I be happy with a negative pregnancy test?  I could be happy with the close bond I had formed with my husband while undergoing IVF.  I was happy to be surrounded by loving and supportive family and friends.  I could be happy knowing I had been blessed to feel the prayers and fasting of others, offered on my behalf.  I was happy knowing that I would be a mother, some day - either through adoption or carrying my own child.  It WAS going to happen.  I was sure. 

You might be thinking, "Really?  You had these thoughts?  It's easy to say all this, almost a year later."  But it's true!  I thought my pregnancy test would be negative and spent most of April 16th coming up with reasons why I could (and would) be happy with a negative result.  This is not to say, however, that I wouldn't be dissapointed and crushed if told I wasn't pregnant.  Rather to say, I was doing my best to find the good in a potentially heartbreaking outcome.  

When the doctor's office called, my heart was racing.  I picked up the phone and was incredibly nervous.  I tried to prepare myself by sensing the tone of the nurse's voice.  Was she happy?  Sad?  Trying to let me down easily?  I didn't know what to think.  After a few questions she finally said, "You're pregnant." What?!?!  I screamed.  Literally.  Screamed.  I screamed so loud I scared our dog.  The nurse laughed.  I hung up the phone and dropped to my knees saying, "thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you" over and over again, through my tears.  

I quickly got in the car and drove to Christian's office.  He saw me and could tell I had been crying.  But were they happy or sad tears?  We walked outside, holding hands, not saying a word.  After taking a few steps we stopped.  I looked at him and simply said, "Yes."  We both cried and shared a sacred, quiet moment.  We were going to be parents. 

A few weeks later, on May 2nd, we were told I was carrying twins!  There is no way to adequately express the overwhelming joy I felt when 1) I was told I would become a mother and 2) that Heavenly Father was blessing us with two children.  I had always wanted twins.  And ironically enough had actually asked Santa Claus for twin baby dolls, when I was a little girl, not once - but two years in a row.  And not just any kind of twins...they needed to be boy/girl twins.  

As my pregnacy progressed, I was convinced I was carrying twin girls.  Goodness gracious, am I glad I was wrong.  On July 18th, Christian and I were told we were going to have a GIRL...and....a BOY!  Now came the fun part.  Telling our parents.  We decided to use balloons. 

Grandma & Grandpa 

Nana & Bobo

{Watch out for the ceiling fan!}