The Big Day

Well, one of them.

Today we (me and hubby) are trekking into the Big City for the Big Ultrasound.  

When I was pregnant with the boy (circa 2005) this was just a fun little event where we would get to peak at the baby.  We weren't finding out the gender and I naively assumed all would be fine.  So we went and saw him (though we didn't know he was a him) and left with a rather scary looking photo that made me wonder if I was having my husband's baby or if I had been abducted by aliens and was going to give birth to an alien love child.

Today is a little different.  I'm (ahem...) older and I like to think wiser.  I read more, experienced more and been around more people who've been there and done that.  The stakes are higher as we go to see if these little guys...or gals...are developing on track.  I'm worried about their individual development as well as if they are developing symetrically (meaning that each is getting the same amount of nutrients from their one lonely, shared placenta.

We're also intending to find our the gender (singular because they are identical).

So it's a big day.

Coupled with the fact that we have become true country bumpkins (well, not so much country as suburban) and the drive through Boston is making me nervous.

eeeeek!