twinsandthensome

One day, about twenty weeks into a pregnancy, I decided to get an ultrasound. "Sign me up for one session, please," I said, and soon was laying, bladder too full for comfort on a radiology bed. "Is it over yet?" I asked as the man rubbed goo all over my belly. "I really need to use the facilities." Naturally, he ignored me, squinting at the monitor as he swished his little instrument from side to side across my belly. He swore, muttered something about OBs never scheduling the right amount of time. "Is there a problem?" I asked, all innocense and naivety. "It's just... you should have been signed up for two hours." "Oh," I said, nodding, waiting a few moments, clearing my throat. "And why's that?" He narrowed his eyes at me and then they got really wide. "You do know you're having twins right?" Needless to say, I nearly lost my bladder in that moment. Over three years later, I did lose my bladder. On a stick. And found out I was pregnant again. Only this time, it wasn't twins, though from the way she nursed in that first year, she may as well have been...