Monday, October 13th, 8:00 a.m.:
I think I’m late.
Travis convinces me to take a pregnancy test.
Monday, October 13th, 9:30 p.m.:
I tell Abel, “Mommy has a baby in her tummy.”
Abel replies, “Two babies?”
Every Day, All Day:
I’m so sick! My nausea is never-ceasing, and sleep is all I can think about.
Day or night, I must go to the bathroom every couple hours.
You’d think I were having twins or something….
Wednesday, November 5th, 4:00 p.m.:
I’m spotting a little.
I never spotted with Abel or Amariah.
I’m not really worried.
Should I be worried?…
Thursday, November 6th, 5:30 p.m.:
Maybe I should call the doctor.
Friday, November 7th, 9:50 a.m.:
Doctor orders bloodwork and an ultrasound.
Friday, November 7th, 10:45 a.m.:
Whoa, did I just see two black spots?
Ultrasound technician toggles to a different screen.
She just typed “2.” What does that mean?
If there were two, wouldn’t she say something?…
Why isn’t she looking at the other black spot?
Suddenly, a heartbeat! 166 beats per minute!
Our baby is okay! Thank You, God!
On to the other black spot.
At last, she speaks. “Well, I don’t know if you’re seeing what I’m seeing…”
“Are there two?”
And another heartbeat! 154 beats per minute!
God, You’ve blessed us double! And they’re both okay!
I’m blessed beyond comprehension.
Abel called it.