Monday, my husband and I went to a diagnostic imaging center to see our third baby on ultrasound for the first time and to find out if this little womb inhabitant was our second daughter or our second son. We did things a little unconventionally--we knew our dates with certainty, so we had opted out of the first-trimester dating confirmation ultrasound. I am currently 16 weeks and 4 days pregnant.
Almost as soon as she placed that wand on my belly, our ultrasound technician asked us, "And you said this is your... first ultrasound?"
That was at 12:45 pm on Monday. I don't think I've blinked since then. My sweet husband's reaction? "Good thing we bought that minivan."
Then he said words that were music to my ears. "Hey! I guess this means you get to buy more newborn cloth diapers."
And, you know what? He's right. I'd already started building a new newborn stash--right around the time I was working on that Newborns in Cloth series (sneaky, right?). But I'm thinking that, just like all my other plans for this "baby," the game plan will have to be tweaked a little.
Come March, I'll have four children at home, ages newborn, 2.5, and newly 4. Anyone who feels inclined to volunteer to change one of these sweet girls (two girls!), then, will be welcomed to--and that means I need easy-peasy newborn diapers.
That's right: I'm scratching the prefolds and AI2s completely for the sake of convenience. I don't want to have to call out instructions from my rocking chair throne: "Please don't put the cover in the wet bag! I need to reuse it later!" ("And so which part are you calling the 'cover,' now?" is a real question I've heard more than once, and while I'm usually thrilled to get to do a little CD education, I'm not sure that newly postpartum after birthing twins is the best time for me to step up to the proverbial blackboard.)
|Cloth diapered twins. Copyright Stacy Mitchell 2010.|
We've received an outpouring of love and support and lots of sweet, funny comments about how many cute cloth diapers will be flowing from our nursery to our laundry room!
You can go ahead and join my husband in his gushing and fist-pumping and Awwwws. I really do appreciate it.
I'll just be in the corner, rocking back and forth on my heels, muttering a rosary under my breath, and sucking down a protein shake.