Twins: A message for my daughters before they’re born

You’re not even here yet, and you’re going to turn my life upside-down. And I’m psyched about it.

Maybe you’re reading this 20 years from now on some teeny handheld device or your computer sunglasses or something. (Hopefully you’ll teach me how to use those things.)

Girls, I’m 36 when I write this. I’ve earned undergraduate and graduate degrees, had like nine or ten jobs, lived in three different states, been to England, Mexico and Aruba, and gotten married to your amazing mother. So far, it’s been a pretty cool and fulfilling life.

But just before your arrival (you’re due in like 5-6 weeks), I’m still unaware of how crazy and wonderful and difficult and awesome you’re going to make my life (and your mom’s life, but she doesn’t blog). I think I can kind of imagine the 3:00 a.m. feedings and diaper changes and barf cleanups and two-hour crying jags, and I think we’ll be able to handle it. (Said the idiot, kidding himself.)

I will tell you this: you were desperately wanted, and loved long before you were born. Your mom had a very tough pregnancy (I don’t have to tell you – you were there), but she worked for a full seven months before having to stop. She was uncomfortable most of the time, barely slept, and went from not eating enough to eating a lot and feeling bad about it. But when you moved or kicked, she smiled the same smile I saw on our wedding day.

We’re so excited to bring you into the world, there are no words. We’re going to do everything we can to keep you healthy and happy and safe. We’re going to support you in all of your endeavors, and do whatever it takes to help you turn your dreams into reality.

It’s a very fuzzy future, but your mom and I are speeding towards it with great enthusiasm.

Can’t wait to see you!

(P.S.: Please don’t poop on me too much.)