When I say “we,” I mean my oldest daughter and her husband.
A boy and a girl.
Baby A and Baby B.
“Baby A,” said my daughter, “was conceived first. Twenty-four hours before Baby B.”
Who knew they could determine these things in such detail?
I’m in my mid-fifties and didn’t know that sperm survived that long.
So I googled it and learned
those little buggers can stay alive and are able to fertilize an egg for 3-5 days.
Baby A is a boy.
Baby B is a girl.
Nana (that’s me) is over the moon!
Pardon my gushing and self-indulgence here
but this empty nest mom is so tickled with twins!
The current name favorites are Jack and June.
I think that’s so very cute.
The two little peas in a pod are due in November and
I’m looking forward to being there to help my daughter.
Oh yeah – and to hold those little ones.
There’ll be two to wash, two to dry.
There’ll be two who argue, two who cry.
There’ll be two to kiss;
two to hug;
And best of all; there’ll be two to love.
Isn’t life grand?