After we’d told our parents & immediate families we were expecting twins, we were approaching the 12-week mark. Steve and I went through a several week period of arranging cookouts, dinners, and coffee dates with our closest friends to make sure we told them in-person.

Towards the end of the first trimester, we hadn’t yet told any of Steve’s family or my sister (who lives out of state) about our pregnancy. Once we found out we were having more than one baby, we decided to keep it a secret from my parents until my sister was in town a few weeks later, when we’d tell them all at once -- and have it be yet another surprise for my parents. 

Okay, so maybe the title is a little misleading. I did not quite have the “blues” during my first trimester, but it was a crazy mix of emotions. There was the overwhelming joy, crippling anxiety, extreme exhaustion… well, we’ll get to all of that later.

It was Friday, May 31, 4:20am. The house was quiet & I’d just stumbled into the bathroom with my pile of workout clothes to get ready for my usual Friday morning Orangetheory class.

As I wearily brushed my teeth, I stared down at the pregnancy test on the countertop. If you’ve ever taken one before, you know how long those couple of minutes can feel.