So, it’s the day before the first ‘official’ ultrasound and I get a call from Mommy Inc. I can tell she is in the car driving home. Uh Oh. That can only mean one of two things. A – She’s sick, B – well… Daycare called to report that little Iz was vomiting and needed a pickup. Guess, I was going to miss the appointment on Friday since I certainly can’t go in Mommy Inc.’s place.
Fast forward to Friday. 10:12 AM EDT. Mommy Inc. calls me after her appointment kind of crying, sort of not. I’m not even sure what I would call it. She’s odd, so I just chalk it up to her supreme oddness. She starts telling me that everything is okay and fills me in on the appointment. ‘I saw the baby’s heartbeat and everything’s okay and baby ‘Bee’ is okay too.’ What? What’s a baby bee? Huh? The baby beat? You already told me you saw the heartbeat? What? What is a ‘bee?’
Oh! She was talking about Baby ‘B’ as in not Baby ‘A’
We’re having twins of the fraternal sort.
