Well, here we go.  I’ve decided today is the day to officially “come out”:  I’m pregnant!  I’m 12-and-a-half weeks along, and here’s the kicker: it’s twins.  OMG OMG Marco and I are still getting used to saying that out loud.  “It’s twins.”

That fertility stuff can really work.  I bow, with tremendous humility and gratitude, to the miracles of modern medicine.

It’s been strange sitting on this piece of rather all-encompassing information for the past three months and not sharing it with the world–or at least, I mean, with the GWP community.  So it’s a relief to say it.  I’m pregnant.  I really am.   We went for the first round of testing yesterday, and so far, all clear.  Two heartbeats, two fetuses of relatively same size, both swishing around and doing their thing.

I’ve been confused about whether to pregnancy blog or not, but, well, I just broke my own taboo.  So there you have it.  I’m preggers.  Overjoyed to the point of tears, feeling a little clueless, and nauseous as all hell.

Marco has been wonderful.  It’s been serendipitous, really, having him home while I’ve been feeling so physically bleh.  Today he went back to his freelance job for a few days, however, which is also quite nice, of course.  My Love in the Time of Layoff column is about to become Pregnant in the Time of Layoff.  I suppose my next column over there will have to be something about momentarily breadwinning wife expecting twins?!  (My Recessionwire contribution has gone from weekly to monthly, by the way, due to, shall we say, other demands…)