Twins

On my first visit to the obgyn she felt that I needed an ultrasound because "she had a

feeling" that we needed to make sure everything was normal. In the ten minutes that I waited, panic rushing through me, I had no way of knowing I would not feel "normal" again. I text my husband that I was sent to have an ultrasound and he was now nervous too. I mean, we have been through this before this was our third pregnancy. We go in, pee in a cup and ta da! Yes, the at home test you took was correct. You are officially expecting. The ultrasound happens later.

So as I wait, I prepare myself for bad news. Its finally my turn and I go in the room. Since I am nervous I start babbling on and on, actually annoying myself. The tech is great, smiles and says to me, "Oh! That's why she wanted an ultrasound, there are two. Twins. Congratulations!" I stared at the screen and the first thing I did was cry. Then I thought of what my husband, who is a twin, would say. Then, I just stared again. The tech printed the pic and typed twins on the screen to help provide validity for me to break the news to him.

I had both kids with me since like I said I thought it was a simple appointment. Now I am suppose to meet him for dinner at a restaurant and somehow say the words to change our lives forever. Clutching my picture, I numbly accepted the office staff's congratulatory remarks, as I herded the kids out the door. Twins. Two. Doubling our amount of kids. Double the pregnancy risks and weight.

I called as I left the office, reassured him that everything looked ok, and that I would meet him at the restaurant. I kept quiet while we were seated, while drinks were ordered and my daughter excitedly reported that the Dr had a fish that looked just like Nemo in her office, and then I could not take it anymore! I was going to burst, so I calmly slid the ultrasound photo across the table. The smile he was giving our daughter, clearly amused by her story, slid off his face. He jumped up asked me what? Then he asked if it was for real. He is kinda chanting "No way" and still standing. We are in a restaurant, and I am starting to feel he may not be as happy about this as me, when the server came back with drinks, and he apologized to the server and explained his odd behavior. He laughs a real, full belly laugh and reaches across the table, grabs my face and kisses my cheek. I am relieved he is happy, and I am getting emotional at the thought of how much I love him when he says to the server, who was feeling out of place by now, "I am having twins, man! Take all of this back, I just want crackers and water." There you have it. A father of twins for all of two minutes and he is already concerned about financial limitations.