What do you call it when there’s two? Penii? Scrotii? Hmm.
There they were, plain as day on the now-familiar ultrasound screen. One boy.. two boys. Six ounces each, right on target.
My girl(s) went pouf! … but I know the bittersweetness will fade.
These boys will fill all voids, them with their sparkling big brother. They will be exactly the family we are destined to have, and after they arrive, we won’t be able to imagine anything different.