It's Twins!

Oh wait, you probably already knew we were having twins. If not, well... we are. My wife is pregnant with twins. And yesterday we found out the gender of said twins as I and my family looked on with great fear and trepidation.

Would it be two boys? Or a girl and a boy - a little friend each for my present son and daughter? Or... shiver me timbers... two girls?

Monica and Esther were pretty calm during the whole ordeal, but Zach and I were quite anxious as the technican took her sweet time measuring, measuring, making mistakes and measuring again, for what seemed like a really... long... time.

And then finally the technician said, "Let's see if we can catch Baby A with its legs spread!" Uh... right, and all that. Let's see.

I'm horrible at reading ultrasounds - they just look like a bunch of gray blobs, sometimes with an outline of a bony looking hand next to a rough outline of a face that, of course, all the sistren find simply adorable. But I'm pretty good at determining gender. My pupils widened as I watched the screen and anticipated the technican's declaration as she slowly typed...

Baby A: Girl

I looked down at Zach and thought, "You gonna be OK, big guy?"

He was clearly distressed - part of his hand was in his mouth. But there was still one to go!

I was surprised to find myself genuinely nervous. Were my son and I about to be outnumbered? Would my house be forever filled to the brim with silliness as in the book/movie Pride and Prejudice?

As the technician's hand guided the ultrasound device thingy across my wife's belly, I saw... and I knew. And then the technician slowly, agonizingly typed on the screen.

Baby B: Girl

My son softly mumbled through his hand, "I don't like this.", as I reeled back on my heels. Focus...focus. Instantly, and without warning, my family's delicate testosterone/estrogen balance had been tipped drastically towards never having a vacant bathroom, always hearing a blow dryer running somewhere, and lots of twirling, giddiness, and teehee'ing.

I looked down at my son and thought, "My son. I will be the brother you never had. I will play cars with you, my son, my only son." And stuff like that right there.

So we're having two more girls. Zach and I will be fine in a couple of days. Monica told him he was special because he was the only boy, which made him feel better. Funny, I would've thought that would make things worse, but I guess that's why she's the Mom.

I'm thinking about preparing a nice, lengthy, 300 page questionnaire for any potential suitors. It's best to be prepared, you know - may as well start early.

And I'm not joking.