Getting off the ground was the easy part

If my wife's pregnancy had been a flight, we would have had mechanical issues, hit turbulence, there may have been flames... but we made it, early in fact.

When we found out my wife was pregnant she was overjoyed (I acted like I was, but was actually terrified).  Then we found out we were having twins and were both overjoyed (but actually REALLY terrified!) The good news was my wife was feeling good. This lasted for 48 hours.  The the morning sickness hit, except it was more like 'all day' sickness.  The people who coin these terms tend to be a tad optimistic as it turns out. So for the entire first trimester the new normal involved hair holding and tears. But hey, the good news is the sickness went away at the end of the first trimester, just like everyone said it would.  Nothing but clear skies from here right?!

Wrong, as it turns out.  There was a week. But it was a damn good week.  We happened to be in San Diego on vacation at the time, and we couldn't have timed it better. We both ate awesome food and Dad drank some really awesome local beers.  Mom tasted the local waters at every brewery, but kept telling me that they all tasted pretty similar.  Obviously the pregnancy had dulled her normally refined palate and kept her from enjoying the intricacies of the H20.  Ahh times were good.

Almost overnight she went from having a baby bump to looking like she was smuggling a watermelon. It was cute until things started to hurt. Turns out getting your insides re-positioned by two tiny humans isn't the most fun.  Soon we got to make our first of several unplanned runs to the labor and delivery unit.  First one was for high blood pressure, but hey it resolved it self, "You're fine! Go home enjoy your pregnancy!"

A few weeks later we were on our way back. In the middle of the night no less.  This time it was contractions, and not just the usual 'practice ones', these seemed like the real deal... But they weren't. "You're fine! Go home enjoy your pregnancy!"

We ended up stopping at McDonalds on the way home, it was after bar close.  I'm pretty sure it was a bunch of drunks, a tired Dad and a hungry pregnant lady.  At least she got a bacon egg and cheese biscuit for her troubles.  We ended up making this late night run to labor and delivery one more time in the middle of the night, same result..."You're fine! Go home enjoy your pregnancy!"

 I spent the next month getting really good at putting compression stockings on incredibly swollen legs. This is actually much less fun than it sounds like.  We ended up making it till May 28th, just shy of 32 weeks pregnant.  This had been a slow build, but finally the doctor took one look at my Wife and said "Whoa, so you're blood pressure is really high, and you look like you got stung by a couple of dozen bees. Go straight to the hospital, don't pass go"

It Wasnt Exactly a Smooth Landing- Part 1