Sweet Girls.

My precious babies, do you know how much I love you?

We're still a little shellshocked over here. Husband asks me two questions every day, without fail-- "Can you believe we have two babies?" and "Are you happy?"

The answer to both questions is "yes, of course," probably forced through a yawn.

It feels like they've always been here. Was there really ever a time that I just got in the car by myself and drove somewhere? Did I really have the capacity to watch three hours of TV, or do three hours of anything without that activity being flanked on either end by me attaching my boobs to plastic suction cups and pumping?

I wake up at the slightest little noises they make, just squeaking and shuffling in the night. I can't always tell them apart at the first glance, but I know their cries right away. I love having help holding them (nothing worse than the inevitable "I don't understand that your hands are tied helping my sister; why isn't anyone picking me up???" newborn wails), but when my mom insisted yesterday that Husband and I go out to lunch while she watched the girls for us, I missed them terribly the whole 45 minutes we were gone and a Tom Petty song played at the diner made me feel weepy. They're part of me now.

Newborn twin care isn't easy, and I'm sure it's mostly die to the insane support system we have in my family but I don't feel overwhelmed. Actually, I feel strangely capable. I mean, I got this-- how could I not? They're my children, of COURSE I can take care of them. Butbi acknowledge that in the hour my mother was here yesterday she managed to watch the girls and simultaneously clean the whole freakin' house, and I have a husband who will, without fail, always drop whatever he is doing to grab something for me or hold a baby or whatever needs to be done, even if it's just "hey, honey, I really want a milkshake." And he totally appreciates things like how taxing pumping is and how sore breastfeeding can make me, which is amazing because it's got to bs damn near impossible to do without support.

So, life is good, and when I'm off my iPhone, I'll have more pictures to post.