Joel was 18 months old. I was sick. I felt uncomfortable and couldn't figure out why. I was exercising almost everyday and was in good shape. My jeans were still getting tight and I felt light headed. I finally decided to take a pregnancy test, even though I was certain it would be negative. It wasn't.

I sat on the toilet staring at this little white stick. There were two blue lines staring back at me. I was in shock. I ran out to the store with Joel in tow and bought two more tests. The answer was the same. I decided then something else was causing a false positive. I called Scott and told him. I reassured him I could not be pregnant, but we needed to find out what was causing this. I then called my doctor, who assured me the test was right but I could come in for some blood work. After all the tests were in, Scott and I sat in the doctor's office waiting for the news. We were anxious, expecting the worst. Suddenly, the door bursts open and my smiling doctor laughs as he shares the good news. We really were having a baby!

Three weeks later I knew I was pregnant. I could not stop vomiting. I had never felt so sick in my life. I would take a sip of water and it would all come up. My Mom came down to help me and realized I needed to go to the hospital. I was so dehydrated I couldn't even think clearly.

After two days on IV fluids, I was hydrated, but I still could not keep anything down. My regular Doctor has a daughter that works for him. She is a feisty petite woman with a heart of gold. She decided to take over my case and become my regular doctor. She ordered an emergency ultrasound to make sure the baby was okay, since my morning sickness was so severe.

They wheeled me down to ultrasound and I wished Scott was with me. He was on his way to the hospital to see me, and did not know the ultrasound had been ordered. As I lay on the table, the technician kept asking me questions. I felt so sick I could barely answer. As she rubbed the paddle around my abdomen the only words I kept hearing were, "Hum, mmmm, wow..." I began to get worried. I finally mustered the strength to ask her if the baby was okay. She smiled and nodded. I then asked the fateful question which God alone must have put in my mind, "There is only one, right?" Her smile grew as she turned the monitor toward me. "No, there's two, hon. Here is baby A and here is baby B." I burst into tears.

As the technician printed off the first pictures of our babies, she asked me if I was surprised. I then told her our story. She was so excited she decided she wanted to wheel me back to my room so she could be there when I told Scott. As she weaved through the hospital corridors, I could not peel my eyes off these little black and white pictures in my hands. They looked like little organisms I studied in biology class. They were our babies.

Scott was waiting in my room. He stood up with a look of concern. He didn't know where they had taken me and wanted to know if I was okay. I smiled and said I was in ultrasound. I then asked him to sit down. I have an aunt with twins, who Scott knows. I looked him in the eye and said, "You know Aunt Connie?" He nodded. Then I handed him the ultrasound. As he stared at the picture his mouth dropped. He was stunned. The technician was clapping and smiling. Scott and I were in shock. We knew everything was about the change, again.