"You sure there's just one in there, doc?"
I'm sure every parent-to-be has jokingly asked this. Only it's not really a joke. It's more like a half joke. Because the other half is sheer, unadulterated panic that the doctor might say no.
"Yep, just one."
That's the answer we were looking for... and that's the answer the doctor gave. Whew.
But...
A funny thing happened...
While listening to our new baby's heartbeat I noticed a little blob in the corner of the ultrasound. I'm no Dr. Oz (or Dr. Seuss for that matter) and clearly know little to nothing about women... I just assumed it was an ovary or some other unidentifiable lady part.
"Oh, what's that?" the doctor asks.
I'm pretty sure that's not a question you ever want your doctor to ask while looking at any part of your body let alone your insides.
"Oh. Nope, there's two. Congratulations."
The rest is basically a blur of stunned looks, excited nurses and sheer, unadulterated PANIC.
Two weeks have passed since that day. The panic has subsided (some) and now it's sunk in that I will be something I never, ever considered before... a father of three.
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| Seriously... count them there's two! |
