All right. I’ve kept my secret long enough, I think. My mother-in-law spilled the beans anyway, in her comment on my previous post; I might as well get out with the news.
A while back, Kyle and I drove three hours south to meet with several different specialists. We’d been doing our research for a few weeks, and finally decided to take the plunge. Our lives, though exciting and joyful already, just seemed to be missing something–we were incomplete.
Since then, everything has changed around here–we’ve embarked on a journey that I never thought I would take. So new, so exciting…and honestly, I don’t know how we didn’t do it sooner.
No, I’m not with child.
Here are a few hints:
Ahh…laundry has never been so thrilling. When we got them home and installed them (anyone in need of two cardboard boxes the size of a small palace?), it was like the whole world stopped. We plugged in the washer, turned it on, and a quietness washed over our house. Suddenly, nothing else mattered.
Slowly, Kyle reached out and pressed the play button (that’s right–our new washer and dryer don’t “start,” they “play.” Because it’s such an amazing experience to watch–way better than any sci-fi I’ve ever seen.). We froze, entranced by its back-lit LED lights and sing-song chirp of turning on.
“It’s amazing,” Kyle said, awestruck. Then, like a proud new father, he made a show of filling up the soap compartment with our new liquid detergent and waiting as the washer decided what type of cycle we’d be using. That’s right–it has a sensor. For sensing that sort of thing.
Seriously, I don’t think any baby we could possibly produce would measure up to the twins.