At around 7 PM tonight my baby nieces finally came! M managed to deliver both naturally (amazing I know!), both are healthy and everyone is happy. Baby one was 5 lbs 1 oz, baby two was 4 lbs 13 oz. R (my brother) got to cut the cord for both of them as well. He's on cloud nine.

I'm beside myself with excitement and happiness.

Hooray for babies!

So at midnight the phone rang, I didn't get it in time and the number was unfamiliar. I called it back.

"G, it's your brother, M's water broke. The babies are coming!"

In the minute it took for my sleepy brain to process, a million things went through my head. I wanted to tell him that it was ok, he didn't need to be afraid. That from this moment on his heart no longer belonged to him. That the twins would be a constant source of joy, frustration, sleepless nights, but mostly a happiness he won't be able to explain in words. That they will do things that will make his heart simultaneously sing and weep. There are million more things I want to tell him, but all I could say was:

"Congratulations, poncho, now get her to the hospital. I love you."

Now I'm feeling like a cooped-up cat in a cage, pacing continually, leaping at every sound, staring at the phone and begging it to ring. I'm going to be an aunt, for the very first time. I can't wait.

Someone dear to me likes to remind me from time to time that Wednesday is "anything can happen" day. I find it amusing and usually true. So today:
- My doorbell started to ring of its own accord. Then a really loud buzzing noise came from the bell speaker inside. Turns out the button was smashed somehow and rain leaked in. It was thisclose to it starting an electrical fire - my father-in-law fortuitously dropped by and disconnected the thingy before anything bad could happen.

- I found twenty dollars laying on the ground today, after pulling into a parking spot at work right beside the door (this is nothing short of miraculous) and it was pouring rain and I had no umbrella. So I managed to avoid getting soaked and I had money to put more gas in the car.

- I went to my family doctor who *gasp!* has finally decided to get things moving in a forward direction and is referring me to various specialists. Why it took nearly a year to get this done I cannot fathom but I am grateful beyond belief.

- My godson had is confirmation today, so right after work I had to speed to a town that usually takes 30 minutes to drive to. Tonight it took an hour and a half. The fog was so thick and so low to the ground we couldn't even see the hood of our car. My beloved (and did I mention non-Catholic) husband, bless his soul, drove me there and back without a single complaint. The drive home was stressful beyond belief and I damn near rubbed St. Christopher right off my medallion. We made it home in one piece and for that I am thankful.

I can't wait to see what next Wednesday brings.