After days of stormy storms that I thought would never end, I woke up to the loveliest sun and warmth. I remember when I was really really fat and unhappy, I used to grumble at such a perfect spring day, worried that it just meant summer would be here soon. And summer is the enemy of the fat girl. But this morning, I have kicking babies in my tummy and I am wearing orange and blue and my hair is a wild mess of pink and I feel like it is the beginning of a movie that will have no conflict. And I can't wait for summer now. Sure, my ankles will be swollen and I will be huge and girthy, but it will mean that we are closer to having the girls here.

This morning I had the happiest, prettiest bus driver in the world. She made me want to ride the bus all day. Instead, I make the most of my 10 minute ride by sitting back and letting my feet dangle. I listen to Heavenly on shuffle and Amelia Fletcher's voice reminds of other places and times and she is snarky and silly and I love it. I pretend my bus is a Ferris Wheel and I wonder when the next time I will get to ride a Ferris Wheel will be.

Jeff and I have been doing a lot of shopping for clothes now that we know who the passengers are. He always picks out the pinkest and girliest things now, which is so funny. I am the one who searches through the second hand store for all of the Halloween clothes. Onies with ghosts and happy skeletons and cats dressed as witches. I can't wait to see which child likes which style better. I have to say, it is hard for me to not buy two of everything. Old Navy has a baby shirt that says "We Love the Sea" and it was so hard to just buy one of them. So instead of two of the same, we are buying two similar things. At the second hand store, I was so lucky to find two little size 24 month dresses that were the same size and shape, but different colors. One is blue with a whale on it and one is orange with oranges on it. Blue and orange. In an effort for the girls to feel like individuals, we are making sure each has her own clothes. This means, after every shopping trip, I bring out all of the new/used purchases, divide them by size and then start marking the tag with either an 'A' or an 'R'. I know they won't care about having their own clothes when they are newborns, but it is good to start early. Some of the used stuff I bought must have come from a set of twins as well, since they were all marked with an 'H' and and 'J'. With twins, I feel like I will be buying and getting rid of children's clothes for the rest of my life. As with everything with this whole experience, I didn't realize Jeff and I would enjoy it so much. He said the most lovely thing the other morning. He said, "I am so excited for the girls." I said why? He said, "Because soon they get to be alive."

Yes, alive. In blue and orange.