11... no! 12 weeks!

I learned today that I'm 12 weeks along, not 11.  So I think that's the end of the first trimester, isn't it?  I've heard both 12 and 13. Today we had a great morning that comprised 2.75 hours waiting in the doctor's office and .25 hours watching miracle TV on the sonogram screen!  We saw the two babies not as lumps, but as little bodies with flailing arms and legs.  At one point they seemed to be kicking back and forth at each other.  Their heart beats were strong and the nuchal translucence test (the Down's Syndrome test that measures whether the black stripe in the back of the neck is abnormally large) was normal.  That was all really good news, but seeing them both move was the breathtaking part.  Just amazing.  I'm posting ultrasound pictures today. I have been feeling very ambivalent about sharing this next part, because this is the kind of thing that would get to me as an infertile woman, almost as much as (or more than?) talk about heartbeats and ultrasounds.  On Sunday, James and I went to the mall to Motherhood Maternity: the maternity clothes store.  I'd gotten some clothes (more like burlap bags) from the maternity section of Target, but had been too sick to go to a real maternity store.  This weekend I felt up to it.  So we figured out where the store was in the mall, parked as close as possible, and went directly there.  As we got close, I squeezed James's hand harder and harder.  To go to that store, to go in and not feel like a fraud... to go in there and actually buy clothes!  It was a long-time dream come true.  I was so excited that even James got excited.  I got $200 worth of stuff: pants, shirts, a combo set.  The first handful of stuff I tried on.  And then I started fading.  The second handful of stuff I did't bother to try on.  I left James in line to pay and I made a woozy bee-line to a foodcourt table outside, where I drank my vitamin water and ate my granola bar from home, wheezing and reeling like my out-of-shape father-in-law.  I had to lie down the rest of the day.  But I lay down in pregnancy jeans and a cool stretchy top. I can't believe the good fortune I've been given.  To finally get pregnant, for everything to go smoothly, to have twins, and (most of all) to get in to the heretofore most exclusive kind of mall store... what more could I want? I could want for everybody to get to do this.  It's your turns next.  It will happen.  I just hate that you don't know it yet.