When the tech identified the second boy, Husband and I both turned to each other and said some variation on "We're screwed! What the heck are we going to name them?" For the whole time we've been contemplating children (about 10.5 years), we've never gotten very far with boys names. Husband has a favorite name, which I don't love, but is wining out by attrition. Add into that that we both prefer biblical names, but not too common, but not too wacky, and our inherent fussiness is going to bite us in the butt.
Aside from the name issue, since these are are only children, we're both feeling our way through not parenting a girl, a wish we'd both had. But honestly, as I lay there on the table, and the tech measured and re-measured I was just filled with such joy and awe that these babies that I've been delighting in seeing wiggle on the screen, and who are now bumping around in my belly, are OURS. And that as much as I worry about having the stamina to keep up with two rambunctious boys (I'm assuming some level of rambunctiousness...until proven otherwise), I also know so many little boys that I just adore. And my husband. He is a man I adore, and think the world needs more men like him. I can't imagine a better model of masculinity than him.
These are gonna be two lucky little men.