Gosh, Doc, I Can't Decide...

How about one of each?!?!

The long awaited day has arrived. We can now tell you that our new arrivals will be fundamentally different from each other. Our not-so-secret hopes were fulfilled, as we found out we're having a girl and a boy.

Why hope for one of each? First of all, the thought of twin girls frightens me to my core. Secondly, the boy will be named after my great-grandfather, Joseph Bedford James. You see, my dad and I are both Joseph B James, but we have different middle names (neither of us is a Bedford). If we had 2 boys it just wouldn't be fair to give one an old family name and the other, well, an other name. Thirdly, it's unlikely we'll have trouble telling them apart now, as new parents of twins often have trouble keeping it straight, even for non-identical twins.

So without further ado, the pictures...

Baby A, the downtown baby, is a girl, Emma Christina (she shares her mother's middle name).



Baby B, the uptown baby that pokes his head into his mommy's organs, is Joseph Bedford.



For the record, the baby we labeled "Fatigue" is a girl and the one we labeled "Nausea" is a boy.

The twins are still almost exactly the same size and their measurements are right at or slightly above the benchmarks for their gestational age. Now that the clot and hemorrhage issues have passed everything is going along swimmingly. Granted, Sarah is still uncomfortable all the time, and that won't get better for another 4 months or so.

"I never thought I'd be so happy to see the word 'normal' in my life," Sarah said, as the US tech was filling in her data fields. It's very comforting to see that everyone is doing just fine, considering the fairly trying times we've had. Please continue to remember us in your prayers as we're really appreciate smooth sailing for the duration. We're tired of being special. We like normal.

We head to Pensacola in a few days for a Level II ultrasound. We should get some pretty cool pics from that, because it's much more detailed.

To wrap it up, what better than a salute from Lil' Joe and his cute little phalanges. Representin' uptown, boyzzzzzzz!