Are They Identical?

I had my babies! Yea! I am now a proud parent. So much to say and no words to say it. They are beautiful miracles soundly sleeping next to me as I type this. I have already taken them to Target and a few other shopping trips. The one question I keep getting that I know will crack me up for years to come is whether or not my boy/girl twins are identical. So far my favorite answer is "I hope not, my son would look funny with pig tails and boobs".
I really do have a lot to say and write about this wonderful trip into the world of parenting, but I think the lack of sleep is stuffing my brain with cotton. The strange thing is that the lack of sleep isn't because the kids are always up or whatever. They are actually a bit of a slice of heaven and pure bliss to watch breath in and out as they sleep soundly most of the day/night. I am so lucky. The lack of sleep is mostly for silly stuff like anticipation. I anticipate that they will need to be fed in the next hour or two, so I just stay up for it rather than drag my tired butt out of bed. My son came home with an apnea monitor and the dang thing goes off every 10 or 15 minutes from a "loose lead" or some other useless alarm. Even when it manages not to alarm for, let's say a half hour or hour instead, I sit there staring at the ceiling anticipating it going off again, there by loosing a ton of sleep. Mean while, every alarm in the house could be going off and both of them will just wiggle for a moment, scrunch their tiny foreheads to show a few seconds of irritation and then slumber on without further incident.
We did have that one night of gas which resulted in a lot of crying. Thankfully my temperment is such that I wasn't too bothered by it except that I couldn't do anything to make her feel better.
Grandma says that she "screams her head off" as soon as I leave but I think grandma is making it up to gain sympathy..... of course I'm just kidding, I have no doubt my children would have a set of lungs on them perfect for letting the world know exactly how unhappy they are when they really, really want to. That is, if my children would be anything like me (lol). Rumor has it that I was a bit of a screamer when I was an infant too.
Anyway, feeding time here at the zoo. Wish me luck