GH and I were scheduled to attend Part I of "Make-a-Will" class last night. Making a will is something we need to do. It's good to have one if you have kids, for one thing, and if we don't do it before the twins get here, we won't get around to doing it for a long time. It's also good to do if you know that one of you has a terminal illness. So we found a community ed class that would get us a simple, serviceable will for the bargain-basement price of $155. Sweet.
I ended up going to class alone last night. When I got home from a doctor's appointment (more on that later), I found GH in bed with a low-grade fever and body aches. I think the aches are from his white cell shot and the fever is from a possible sinus infection. He felt crappy, and it was clear that he should not be going anywhere. So in ten minutes' time, I ate a quick dinner, made him a smoothie, cried the whole time, stuffed Kleenex in my purse, and ran out the door.
The class was fine. Very straightforward. We'd talked about all the people we wanted to name in the will should something happen to both of us, so I was even able to fill out my paperwork pretty completely.
What was hard was listening to the teacher and the other couples in class (six of them, all around my age) talk about dying and death and what-ifs. For the other students, the idea of dying was incredibly abstract, almost incomprehensible. Some people made joke-like comments about it, surely due to the fact that it's uncomfortable and difficult to contemplate. But everyone was able to talk about it in such a detached, clear-headed way.
For me, it was all to real. But no one in class knew that, and it's not like I was going to tell them as I was barely holding it together to begin with. Luckily it was only an hour and a half and then I got to race home to find GH feeling much better. And I did sit next to another Korean/Caucasian couple in class, which was interesting.
I hate to mix up death and birth, but it's worth mentioning that before class I saw the twins on ultrasound. The appointment involved a lot of waiting around. I hate late afternoon appointments for that very reason. But it was worth it because the doctor declared that the pregnancy was going "perfectly." Our girl weighs in at 1lb 10oz and our boy tips the scales at 1lb 11oz. I don't know how the doctor calculates that, but it sounds good to me. The babies were relatively active on ultrasound, but no punching this time. I could see little spines and little leg bones and hands and feet. So cute! In that ghostly ultrasound way.