As Oprah calls it, small whispers from God, he’s trying to delicately tell us something. Giving us small little glimpses of what is or could be. I got these whispers a few times shortly before I found out I was pregnant with the boys. A casual trip to Babies”R”Us with DT and all we could seem to focus on was double strollers, 2 of everything, we’d laugh, oh those poor suckers, two at one time, what a nightmare. You know all the dumb naivety of a young couple pregnant for sure with just one baby.
Then the fateful day at our 10 week appointment. DT went with me because it would be our very first ultrasound. As we are waiting, a very large pregnant lady waddles in swollen and miserable looking. I strike up a conversation asking her when she is due thinking to myself that surely she was due months ago, as big as she was (I was nice wasn’t I). Sure enough, she was pregnant with twins and hoping the doctor would induce her that day, as she was 36 weeks along. As she left for her appointment, and waddled across the waiting room, I felt some pity for her as huge as she was, she was miserable, it was written all over her face, surely the doctor would induce her, and next thing we know she is getting wheeled to the hospital.
Then it was our turn to get the ultrasound, I couldn’t wait to see how perfect our BABY was and see the heartbeat. The very second the ultrasound tech put the wand on my belly, she paused, she didn’t say a word. But I could see the little bean perfectly on the U/S, so I asked. Pointing to the image, is that the baby? She turned and looked directly at me, well actually there are TWO babies!!!!!!!
HUH?!? What?!? ta ta ta ttttttwooooo??? DT had a look of absolute terror on his face, me a wide eye deer in the headlights grin. Two wasn’t the plan, two was 1 too many. How would I deal with two babies. She showed us the two babies, two heartbeats, two tiny little heads. I melted…..
Fast forward to my 34 week appointment and I am hugely swollen, huge belly, miserable, hoping the doctor would admit me right then and there to the hospital. A sweet judgmental couple awaiting their very first ultrasound asked me when I was due.
I so deserved that.