7 weeks

We had our first ultrasound today at long last.  The verdict? Twins!  We're expecting twins.  They are well placed and have strong heartbeats.  We're really excited.  I keep singing "2 little monkeys jumping on the bed".  I also imagine them in there with little walkie-talkies having conversations like this:

Twin A: "Baby Bird, Baby Bird, come in Baby Bird, do you read me?"

Twin B: "I read you loud and clear Lil' Star." 

Twin A: "Let's arrive at 38 weeks, over."

Twin B: "Copy that, June 2nd, 2010 it is, over."

Twin A: "Let's both be head down for this, over."

Twin B: "Roger wilco. Over and out."

Nah, you're right. They probably don't need walkie-talkies. 

Anyway, I'm super nauseous.  Now the nausea I experience from walking across the room qualifies as motion sickness.  I feel lucky that it's not a 24 hour puke-fest around here especially with twins, but that doesn't ease the nausea.  My sense of smell is in overdrive.  No melted butter.  No peanut butter.  I was into onions, but now not so much.  I purchased some sea bands yesterday which seem to help.  Gregg has renamed them my "wonder bands" because they do remotely resemble Wonder Woman's wristy cuffs.  

I had to buy some maternity clothes today because the belly is bigger already.  I've gained 2 pounds.  The clothing situation was getting dire.  

Here is the ultrasound.  Dr. B couldn't get a good picture of both and I forgot who is who and which side is up.  They're measuring on time and at about .77 cm each.  They have such a long way to go, and a lot could go wrong but I'm still mostly ignoring the poo-poo info about twin gestation.  Que sera, sera.