Three

I spent yesterday afternoon washing six garbage bags of hand me down baby clothing from a friend. As I was folding it and sorting it all out by size my phone rang. It was my OB's office and I made the assumption they were calling to confirm my appointment for Friday morning. 

Uh, I was wrong. 

It isn't that I wasn't expecting it, it just totally caught me off guard when the person on the other end of the phone introduced herself as the surgery scheduler for my OB. My first thought? Uh, I'm not having surgery. Ha! Then I took a deep breath and realized yes, indeed I am having surgery.... and babies.... SOON! She then rattled off H &A's birthday like it was the most normal thing in the world. Meanwhile I'm on the verge of shedding a tear that I just learned when I would become a mama of babies on the outside of my body- provided these boys don't have a plan on their own! 

So, we have a birthday, or at the very least, we have a last possible birthday.

Three weeks from today. 

In 21 days (or less) I'll be holding my boys!