Fun Game!

We will be finding out the genders of the Nitsy Twins in the next few weeks (so long as they're not modestly hiding the goods). We've started a game to get your Nitsy Twins gender guesses. To enter, simply leave a comment below. Boy/Boy, Girl/Girl or Boy/Girl. The prize for guessing correctly is bragging rights, pride, and big props for being so intuitive.

Happy guessing!

Betsy is Great

...with child. Well, children really. That's right folks, I'm in the family way, and baking a double batch of awesome. The Nitsy Twins are scheduled to make their appearance some time in January (though my due date is about halfway through February). We are super excited to become parents of two now that the shock has worn off. And for those of you that are wondering (which seems to be most) this little miracle was achieved without any fertility intervention (100% natural). Also there are no twins in my or Nick's immediate families (maybe some distant third cousins or something?) so this was the SHOCK OF MY LIFE!

During my first prenatal appointment my doctor did an ultrasound to measure the baby and see how far along I was so the due date could be set (like a lot of things about me, my cycle is irregular). As soon as the ultrasound began she said "I need to tell you something, and I need you to brace yourself." I thought for sure she was going to tell me that I had lost the baby. Oh no, not at all. She informed me that we had been doubly blessed!! My reaction was to sob uncontrollably for the next 5 minutes. I was really really relieved, and clearly surprised. And here's the kicker - Nick wasn't even with me, so he got to hear the incredible news over the phone. I had to assure him that I was "not even close to kidding."

I'm a little over 11 weeks along now, but I feel pretty confident in sharing the news since I've had 3 solid ultrasounds all showing healthy growth from both babies as well as super boss heartbeats. And I don't mean to brag, but I pretty much rock at being pregnant. No morning sickness, no vomiting, and no real complaints so far. Amazing. We don't know the genders of the Nitsy Twins yet, but we'll likely find out at my next appointment in about a month. Also, there is a 99% chance that they are fraternal (from 2 eggs) because they are in separate sacs with their own placentas.

So, now you can see why our heads exploded back in June. We've almost pieced them back together, and hope to have intact skulls for the next few weeks of craziness: our move to Oceanside, the start of grad school for Nick at SDSU and more gestating for me.

So

My head just exploded. That is all.

I Feel You, Sally.

All this time I've been saying that he didn't want to [be married]. But the truth is that he didn't want to [be married to] me. He didn't love me.

If you could take him back right now, would you?

No! But why didn't he want to [be married to] me?

Thankfully I have Nick who doesn't mind too much that I am in fact clinically insane.

Unexpected

I've observed it in others over the past few years, but in no way did I expect to have complicated, almost panicked and somewhat sucky feelings about turning over another decade. I always shook my head at people dreading the big 3-0 knowing that I would never behave in such an undignified manner. Well kids, I'll be the first to admit that as the blessed event drew near I began to freak the heck out. I've always wanted to have a super boss party for my 30th - mostly something involving lots of breakfast cereal. But then it all started to sound like the dumbest idea in the history of the world. And I discovered to my surprise that I was not into having a party this year (like Goldie, the idea exhausted me). Instead Nick and I took a long weekend in San Diego. We stared out the hotel window at a view of Coronado, relaxed by the pool, played some shuffle board, took in some movies, and walked all over the downtown area searching out the most delicious foods. It was completely relaxing, and just what I needed to cure my case of the crazy-face.

While I'm not exactly doing a joyful dance about being 30, I'm not having a mental break about it either. Well, not anymore. I'm fine, the train of life chugs right along, and nothing is really different than it was a few weeks ago. The thing is, much like JD of Scrubs, I too had a list of things I wanted to accomplish by the time I was 30. It's true that I made that list about 4 years and about a billion life-changing events ago making it mostly null and void. But some things stand out from the rest as big fat failures, regardless of my ability to control them. You see, I really expected to be expecting by now. The fact that I'm not is really unexpected.

Open Letter

Dearest Fatty,

Check yourself before you wreck yourself.

xo,
B

Abe Lincoln: The Original Hipster

Happy birthday to our country's first bearded president, Abraham Lincoln!

He has always been and will always be my hero of facial hair.