Names

I'm not so sure about the name Samuel. I love the name Sam, and my family really likes it, too, but it's awfully popular. It's 30th on the top 100 list. I've liked the name Asher for years, and love the nickname Ash. It means happy, cheerful. I also like the name Allan. I don't think most people will like that, but I do. It means cheerful, harmony (the musical meaning is attractive to me). A name starting with Al- would also be a nod to my mom, whom I really wanted to name a little girl after. People would definitely call him Al. Could I handle that? At least it would make me think of Paul Simon: "I can call you Betty, and Betty when you call me, you can call me Al." When he's little we can even call him Ally. I don't care; it's cute. Decisions, decisions. People keep saying I'll change my mind many times before I give birth.

At least I know Spencer is Spencer!

It's A Boy! Times Two!!!

It's official. After an hour and a half level 2 ultrasound yesterday it was confirmed that I am carrying two healthy baby boys. All of their parts are in the right places: hearts, stomachs, bladders, and penises! I had already decided on Spencer for one of them, and Samuel has been the most popular of my other choices among my family, so it looks like they're going to be Sam and Spence.

Now that I know I'm having two baby boys, it feels so much more real that I'm going to be a mom. Run, Heather, run!!!! Wow, this is a scary prospect. I know I can be a great mom, but it's going to be such a huge change in my life. I won't be number one anymore. There are going to be two other people I'm going to have to take care of. I hope I won't be too self-centered to do it right. I want them to be healthy and happy, to feel loved and safe, to have what they need emotionally. I want them to grow up feeling safe and loving themselves. I hope I can give them what they need.

I love you so much already, my two little boys, and I can't wait to meet you and hold you in my arms.