Okay, fine, you can start telling people now.

Yes, Mom and Mike, you can. I've tried to keep it just in the family for a long time, but now I don't really have a choice anymore. The picture below might help explain why.

Do you see that? That's me being 10 weeks pregnant and already showing like a crazy person. You might say, "Well, Brittany, sometimes when you are having not your first baby, you show earlier." And I will say to you, "Yes, that's true, but there are extra circumstances related here." Also, you might want to sit down.

Do you know what that is a picture of? Two babies. Two. Babies. TWO BABIES!!!!!!! Yup. It's true.

Come April, Katie will be joined by a couple 'o' little twin siblings.

Are you okay? Did you sit down when I told you to? No adverse reactions? Good.

So, my official due date is April 29, but twins come early. They don't usually go all the way on their own, but also it's not safe for anybody to try and wait until 40 weeks. My doctor already told me he won't let me go past 38 weeks. So . . . early to mid April. Right after our insurance deductible starts over. Ironic, eh?

Also, I'm twice as likely to get everything twice as bad with twins as with regular pregnancies. More likely to get gestational diabetes, preeclampsia, premature labor, etc. Also, my nausea was getting way worse way faster, and I'm automatically on "modified bedrest" after 28 weeks. (Yeah, I'm not entirely sure what that means, but I'm definitely sure that Katie won't appreciate it.)

But remember last time how I delivered at the same weight I was when I got pregnant? Well, that's not going to happen this time. Because . . . (drumroll please) . . . Zofran has a generic now! Woohoo! I didn't get it last time because it's absurdly expensive nausea medication and we didn't have fabulous insurance. But this time, I don't even have to worry about that because the generic is super cheap! Yay!

That means that so far, this pregnancy is already slightly better than the last one. I am bigger than usual, and I have more heartburn, headaches, and dizziness than I ever did during my last pregnancy, but at least I'm not puking! Man, am I grateful.

(I made this cake when we found out we were pregnant, and it was supposed to show that we don't know if it's a boy or girl. Now we know it could be . . . both . . . )

Now, before I begin my definitely promised photo gallery, want one more anecdote of Katie (which I may have simply forgotten last time but definitely think is still hilarious?) Okay.

Mike's current calling is in the Young Men's Presidency, and he works with the teachers. Well, one Wednesday night, we had finished dinner and he was getting ready to head out to mutual, and Katie was rather distraught. (If you look up "Daddy's Girl" in the dictionary, there is a picture of Katie with her daddy quite literally tied in a knot around her little finger.) Here's what happened:

Katie: No, Daddy, not go to work! [Enter lots of tears and clutching of the pant legs.]
Mike: I'm not going to work, Katie. But I have to go to church!
Katie: Church? Go to nursery? Please? Okay! [Tears instantly gone, grabbing shoes.]
Mike: No, it's not Sunday. There's no nursery today.
Katie: Nursery not?
Mike: No, I just have to go be with the boys.
Katie: Boys? I love boys!

As you can probably guess, the end of this little repartee may have made Mike want to take Katie to the young men's activity even less. We are off to a bad start with this little flirt.

It's okay, though. One of her favorite games is to shout, "I love you!" at each other and see who starts giggling first. (I always win.)

Okay, fine, here are all the pictures. But I realized I never put up pictures of our trip to Mike's parents' house at the end of July, so that's where we'll start. Also, I have trouble narrowing down pictures. Brace yourself.

(The following picture was taken as we were pulling out of Mike's parents cul-de-sac. About 24 seconds after we buckled Katie in.)

Helping wash Daddy's car (notice that the sponge is firmly clamped under her other arm.)

"Watch out, chickens! Watch out!"

Phew! That was a lot of post. I hope you guys are satisfied for at least, like, a week or something.