Hey There, Everyone!

Hi!  I hope everyone has recuperated from Thanksgiving and being super thankful for what they have in their lives.  I, for one, wish I had one more day to be around family and share the love that filled the in-law’s house last week. It was a great time to relax after the busy weeks we’ve had.  The mountains always relax me, this time of year.  Or maybe it was the turkey.  Either way, I wish I could have frozen time.

So, unless, you are also following us on Facebook, it may seem like we’ve been a bit quiet here on the blog.  Sometimes, it’s much easier to just upload a picture or type a quick status update.  I know, I know, the blog is so much more, well, wordy and organized.  But, hey, it is what it is, right?  If you aren’t getting this post in your Facebook feed, be sure to head over to the Facebook page here (Noah and Heather Vaught’s Baby Dreams Page) and click on the “Like” button.  That will ensure that you have full access to the fun we’ve been having over there!!!

Anyway, I wanted to drop in and let everyone know that we are doing GREAT!  Another milestone was met last week during the annual Post Thanksgiving Dinner Semi-Coma that I’m sure all of you were participants.  While I was lounging, enjoying the feeling of fullness and reflecting on how blessed our family has been this whole year, as proven by almost 9 month old Niece Caroline playing in front of me and the belly ball I was rubbing, I felt something I’ve been waiting to feel for weeks (no, months, no, actually, YEARS).  I felt a bona fide, well-defined, very expressive kick.  Not the little popcorn pops I had been feeling for a week or so.  No, this one was felt with my hand.

I immediately grabbed the Hubster’s hand and held it on my belly, thinking for sure I was just feeling the results of dinner.  Yet, right on cue, there it was again!

Yes, my friends, I am truly thankful.  I am thankful for these kicks that are now happening every couple of hours (not so much the ones to my bladder or back, though).  I am thankful that I was with family when it happened, and I am most thankful that Noah was the second person to feel them.

Until next time, keep those hopes alive.  It is hope that will get you past the days you wonder just what is it all worth.  Even though our journey was untraditional, and completely off the schedule we had laid out so long ago (get married, have a kid, all within a year), the end result has made every single obstacle and broken heart, and unanswered prayer worth it.



9 Weeks and Counting

So, we had our first appointment with a normal OB/GYN today, and they took a look at the munchkins to see what type of twins they are.  We were relieved to find out that they are definitely fraternal, and growing in separate sacs.  This means they are not sharing anything…except for me, of course.  They are kind of like roommates…same house, different rooms.  This is good, because fraternal twins are the least risky of twins to carry.

Anyway, they measured exactly where they were supposed to measure, and we are free to go about our lives for the next four weeks before we all get checked on again.

Here is their latest portrait…


Wow. Just Wow.

That’s the Facebook post that the Hubster posted shortly after we had the Ultrasound last Friday. A little cryptic, but it conveys both of our reactions when the doctor informed us that not only were we definitely pregnant (as if the three blood tests weren’t enough confirmation), but that we were going to have TWINS.

Sure, we knew it was a possibility. I mean, they put two healthy embryos in. But we never dreamed we would be doubly blessed! We have fought so hard for the chance to be parents that even one would have been the best thing to ever happen to us.

Now, we get to become comfortable with the fact that we are going to be parents to TWO children.

Baby A measured in at 0.49 cm with a heart rate of 108. Baby B took the lead measuring in at 0.52 cm with a heart rate of 111. Both measured perfect for their age, and they are in the right spot. This was the best news we could have received on the 2 year anniversary of our ectopic removal. What a way to replace bad memories with good ones! There was some trepidation the day of the appointment, knowing the significance of the day. All I could do when the doctor said “healthy” was breathe.

These babies will grow up together, and, hopefully, be each other’s sidekick. I pray they at least love each other enough to be each other’s friend. I pray they are just alike enough to have that “twin essence”, yet different enough so they are their own person, with their own dreams.

I pray I’m not the mother that forces them to dress alike (they’re fraternal), except maybe Halloween.

There are so many thoughts swirling through my head right now, which is why it has taken this long to even post about the U/S. And why this post may seem a bit rambling.

The shock is starting to be replaced with excitement. It’s starting to sink in that I am going to be a mother to twins. I really need to reconsider the whole breastfeeding thing.

Are any of my readers moms to twins?

Are the rest of you ready for this part of the journey? Stay onboard…I bet it’s going to be a wild ride!