She sang.

It's hard to believe, but today I had my last EVER appointment with Dr. Dreamy.  No more wands, no more blood draws, no more fancy waiting room with fridge full of bottled water.  We were there for our last ultrasound and thankfully, Les Twinkies looked gorgeous.  Truly identical, their hearts were beating at the exact same pace (170 bpm) and they are measuring the exact the same size (22.9mm).  Both of them wiggling around and seemingly very content.  We are blessed beyond all measure.  

Even with this amazing news, I felt a pang as I said thank you and goodbye to Dreamy and his team. After I was officially released with Piglet, I knew we'd be back for another baby so it didn't feel quite so final. But today I saw her.  

The proverbial Fat Lady.

And she sang me a lovely parting song.

It went something like this:

So long, farewell, au revoir, auf wiedersehen 

If you werrrrren't, knocked up, we'd see your face again!  

(musical interlude: dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun dun duuuuunnnnn, curtsey)

So long, farewell, au revoir, auf wiedersehen

You're preggggnant with twiiiiins, you mustn't drink champagne! 

(repeat musical interlude, curtsey) 

The time, has come, for us to part our wayyyyyssss

Stay onnnn the meds, don't skip, don't miss a daaaayyyyy!

Catchy little number, isn't it?  Catchy and *completely* original, fraulein.  

The Dreamster made my last visit extra bittersweet by looking supremely dapper today. (Ice blue shirt with slight basketweave and darker blue tie with fine diamond pattern, grey slacks, no cuffs, dark brown oxford loafers - you know, in case you were wondering.) And as I lamented that it was my last visit, he said "You can come back anytime."  And I said "Now you realize this is me you're talking to.  You may live to regret that."  And then he laughed and gave me a twinkly smile and said "Just you. YOU can come back anytime."  MELT.  

As I hopped off the table and discarded my paper sheet for the last time, it was a strange feeling knowing that I would never be in that exam room again, never see many of the staff again.  I felt very wistful about it to be honest.  I know it sounds crazy, but you all know me well enough by now to know that I'm nothing if not a lot a little crazy.  I really and truly loved working with the staff there and have had very little, if anything, to complain about.  

To show my gratitude, I plan to do a little something to thank the staff (probably bake them a few dozen cupcakes from scratch) and also something extra special for Dr. Dreamy.  I haven't settled on what yet but it'll come to me. I know it seems backwards that after paying out of pocket for every single thing (you are welcome for the mortgage payment on your gorgeous vacation home), it's ME that's now thanking THEM?  Isn't paying through the nose enough?  It would seem so, but that's just not my style. 

I'm all about grateful. 

Besides, I still have to convince Dreamy to eventually friend me on F.acebook.