Once a Wigart...

So, I know it’s only my second blog, and, apologetically, the topic is going to involve poop. Sorry, the topic just runs in my family. Oops, haha. No pun intended! Poop never escapes the Wigart table at any family gathering. For as long as I can remember, every Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and birthday celebration, poop makes its way into discussion. No, it isn’t table talk, and we aren’t Neanderthals. Just call us open, honest, and somewhat raunchy, and, really, poop talk can just be so darn funny!

Anyway, I was thinking about something today that no one warned me to watch out for as a new mom. Unfortunately, this isn’t very funny. It involves hand washing. On a day-to-day basis, I would be classified as a compulsive hand-washer. My hands are always raw, even in the summer. I wash my hands constantly. There was just ONE time…

When Linnea was about 6 months old, I changed her diaper, and forgot to wash my hands afterward. I was in a hurry to meet the girls for lunch at Panera. I simply didn’t think to wash my hands before I ran out of the house. Panera was really crowded and it was somewhat hectic getting our food. I was so hungry by the time I finally sat down that I just started ripping my bread apart, dipping it in my soup, and shoving it in my mouth. Here’s where I’ll make a long story short: a couple days later I ended up spending the majority of my time on the toilet. Montezuma had nothing on this “didn’t wash your hands” revenge. I did a little Internet research at the time, and found that something like 80% of new moms experience the same thing. All from changing a diaper…sheesh.

Bottom line, for all those parents out there, don’t EVER forget to wash your hands. I haven’t forgotten since, and I know I’ll never forget again. 

The Big Announcement: Double Oops

Ultrasound - April 21, 2009: TWINS

Ok, so I'm going to be open and detailed throughout my writing. If it's too much, I apologize, but it's the best way for me to document this exciting, crazy time for our family. This is how the above ultrasound came to be:

Approximately three months ago, I made an appointment with my doctor to discuss alternative birth control options. I felt like the pill I was taking was making me crazy. I was so moody and irritable. It wasn't fun for anyone. I stopped taking the pill the week of my doctor's appointment. Unfortunately, my appointment got cancelled at the last minute, and I wasn't able to reschedule before damage was done, so to speak. It was Valentine's Day weekend. I knew it was risky, but I figured, what are the odds? Well, apparently the odds were good. I took a pregnancy test about a month later, and it was positive. Yup, two solid red lines. No doubt about it. 

My initial reaction was to swear a couple times. Holy S__T! Oh my GOD! F__K! Really? Then, I called Shane.

We weren't planning on having another child anytime soon. I wasn't even sure if I wanted another child! It was tough adjusting to the news. I never thought I'd have two kids only 23 months apart. Wow. All I could really think was, I've got my work cut out for me!

Fast forward to this past Tuesday....

I decided to get the 1st trimester screen, so I could have an ultrasound before 20 weeks. I didn't really care about the actual test. I just wanted to see that baby! The minute the ultrasound technician (AKA Bobbi) put the wand on my belly, I knew I was seeing twins. My hands went to my head and I said, "How did I know?! Oh my God. I knew it! How did I know?" Don't get me wrong, I huge portion of me was totally surprised, but there was also a part of me that somehow knew. Call it divine intuition. We'd been joking about having twins for the past couple months. I'd been feeling too big too soon. The last thing Shane said to me before my appointment was, "Call me when you're done and let me know how the twins are. Haha." That's how much we'd been joking about it. Well, Shane was dead on. I did call him right after to let him know how the twins were. Surprise!

The rest of the Tuesday was a blur of shock and phone calls. My mind hasn't stopped racing since Tuesday morning. What is this going to do to our family? How will Linnea feel? Can I take care of two babies and a toddler? We need SO much stuff: double or triple stroller, another crib, swings, pack 'n plays, bouncer, bottles, a freakin' mini-van!! Oh my God.

So, this is the beginning of the Lange family blog. I'm 11 weeks pregnant with twins. My belly already measures 17 weeks. Linnea is 16 months old. Ringo is 4. We have (fingers crossed for full-term pregnancy) about 6 months before Baby A and Baby B make their way into the world. Wish us luck!