I'm trading in my Superwoman cape for some slippers and a blankie...

    Last year was insane.  Without exaggerating, I think I only slept 4 hours a night just so I could keep up with the house, complete a full load of Graduate Courses to finish my Master's Degree, teach 25 3rd graders from 8-4, organize and supervise after-school tutoring two nights a week for 150 kids, go through the divorce process, and spend as much time with Madison as possible.  I'm not quite sure how I managed it, but one thing is for sure, nobody could call me lazy!  I've always been pretty independent, but I forced myself to work and get things done without waiting for anyone else's help.  This mindset is going to get me in trouble a lot these next few months.  
    Last night I might have went a little bit insane.  Poor Keith.  He says he doesn't think I am crazy, but we all know I really am.  I had a moment where I felt like the house had to be ready...NOW.  So, we measured dimensions, looked up crib sizes, I sighed a lot.  Then, I decided Madison's room needed to be cleaned and Keith was working in the kitchen so I started to move her bed.  Apparently, that is a big no-no.  Who knew you weren't supposed to lift, pull, and move large heavy furniture when you are pregnant.  (I knew!)  I, however, am stubborn.  I, too, got yelled at.  Nicely, of course.  Country boys are much too polite and respectful to yell very loud...at least this country boy is!  Apparently, I am supposed to tell him when I want furniture moved...that's a whole extra step! 

Moral of the story: I need to learn to ask for help instead of doing everything myself....urgh. 

I am not in control

So, we're at the doctor's office getting ready to see our baby for the first time on the ultrasound.  While I'm wondering why there are two black spots, Keith laughs, like a guy, and says it looks like an alien's eyes, and the ultrasound tech simultaneously says "hmmm...how do you feel about two babies?"  My response: I feel like the bill just doubled!  She then proceeds to ask me questions; such as my birthdate, which I don't answer because I couldn't for the life of me remember when I was born at that moment in time.  I'm still not quite sure what to say, other than God has a plan for everything.  Don't get me wrong, I am WAY excited!!  Keith is VERY excited!! It just hadn't been my "plan" to have twins.  Which brings me to my new motto, suggested by my boss-lady-friend, "I am not in control!"  (Thanks Whitney)  It actually kind of helps to say it out loud.  However, while I am not in control of everything, I wouldn't be me without trying to at least outline a sketchy plan of how things might work out....haha.  After all, it has been almost six years since either of us has had a baby in the house...I certainly didn't pack away all of Madison's baby stuff...I gave it all away.  So, the adventure of "planning" for twins begins.....now. 

We're Having a Baby!!

After the initial surprise of finding out I was pregnant, I was pretty excited.  Keith has a 6 year old son (his), I have a 5 year old daughter (mine), and now we'll have "ours."  I've always imagined having more than one child, but swore I was done after Madison.  Keith felt the same way about not wanting more kids.  Then, we met.  Anyways, so I'm pregnant and feeling a bit like my pants might burst at any moment.  Everyone says the second one always shows faster, but geez.  I figured I was at least 2 1/2-3 months pregnant, but no telling for sure until our ultrasound, which was scheduled for yesterday.  The ultrasound that gave me a due date for our baby so I could start planning!  Anyone who knows me can tell you that I am very detail oriented and like things organized and planned.  Due Date: June 20th.  Don't get too excited for my obsessive compulsive planning tendencies....apparently, my due date doesn't mean a whole lot because WE ARE HAVING TWINS!

The Background

The last 6 months have been a whirlwind!  After being married 5 years, Rob and I seperated and eventually filed for divorce in December.  Without going into details, we both just knew that it would be better to end it and remain friends than try to force it and end up hating each other.  It was a difficult decision for many reasons, but mostly because we have a 5 year old daughter.  However, we work very hard at making her life as normal as possible....whatever "normal" means.  I went out with a couple of guys and then met Keith in May.  Yes, May.  We've known each other all of 6 months and we made plans to fly to Vegas in April and get married.  Go ahead, say it.  I know, it seems crazy.  It is pointless to try and explain it to anyone else so I won't even try.  Now that you're all caught up...we're getting married in 11 days....I know, that doesn't track with what I said in the last sentence, because exactly a month after Keith proposed, we found out I was pregnant.  We weren't quite sure how far along and we didn't want to spend the money and book a trip only to find out I wouldn't be able to fly in April...so we decided to go ahead and get married at the church we have been attending on November 6th.  That's just the beginning of the story....