I am still shaking and teary eyed back in the playroom. I keep starring at the ultrasound printout. Proof doesn't make things more real, just more wierd. Twins? Really?


My husband and I don't have much to say to each other. I just keep lookng at him and laughing as I cry. He thinks I may be losing it. I've had my suspicions about beign pregnant for a week. I didn't tell anyone, not even him. I took a secret prenancy test to my relief and minimal disappointment revealed I was in fact, not pregnant.


I had just gotten over being pregnant (as if it were an illness contracted and I had unwilling exposed myself again!). My son was too young. I was three weeks in to an intensive Biggest Loser contest at the gym to get rid of the 50lbs I gained from him (even though I was so nauseated and ill before, during, and after my spinning class this week that deep down in the core of my being, I didn't need the pregnancy test or the doctor to confirm what my body already knew). Mainly, we were planning on getting pregnant next summer. Our dream had always been to get pregnant in July so we could aim for the baby to be born on April 26th, the day inbetween our birthdays. Mission accomplished, a year early!



We are called back to the office and when the movie star doctor walks in, I can tell she is surpised. And genuinely happy. Her excitment tumps the shock momentarily.


"Well, I said if I had one as cute as him, I'd have ten... you're about a third of the way there!"


She rattles off the how this pregnancy has just become different and goes through medical jargon about high risk factors and things I will have to research on the internet later because most of this follow up visit is a blur. I just keep smiling and shaking my head in disbelief. She prescribes a boat load of extra prenatal vitamins and sends us out into the world with a smile.


I make my husband take pictures of me with the ultrasound print out. I think now I'm the one who needs proof now this is actually happening.