I'm a hot mess.  I have never been so in love with the world, my wife, this belly, the future.  It is all so overwhelming, and it hits in waves.  

I get these little glimpses of the future in my mind, and it's like my every cell in my body just flows with this complete happiness and joy.  I picture a fat little fist grasping my pinky for the first time, soft, downy hair that smells wonderful on the top of our children's little heads.  

Watching my wife push our new double-stroller (thanks Joe and Marilyn Buissink) around the floor.  I am really going to miss this pregnant stage.  I mean I don't want it to last forever, but it's just so beautiful - to have the struggles we did with our fertility, and just when we were considering filling out adoption papers, here we are within weeks of delivering twins.

Melissa will say little things like - she'll point at the floor and say, soon there will be a little boy and girl crawling around in opposite directions, picking up things and putting them in their mouths.  If I feel this way now, I cannot even believe how I'm going to feel when I get to meet these two.

I've been talking to the belly a lot, saying hello, getting them used to my voice.  Mine will be the first voice they hear, and I don't know when they will open their eyes, but if they do, I'll be the first person they see, because I'll force my face up to them.  I mean, this is so weird.  In a way these months have been a blur, and I feel like in an instant this day is here.  Yet these weeks coming up seem like an eternity.  We see the days ticking away in the calendar, and we know it's soon, but in a way I'm sure the both of us will be in shock.

Our family has plane tickets.  We have the stroller, the crib, little teeny socks in blue and pink, lots of little little things.  These kids are going to be so overwhelmed with love, not only from us, but from all of the grandparents and our family of non-related aunts and uncles that are so excited to meet them.