So I go on about my business, finally letting everyone know I was pregnant and of course they all want to know how far I am and when I'm due, blah blah. Well I can't tell them yet because I haven't had my prenatal yet so I figure I'm about 8 or 9 weeks. My doctors appointment was in about 3 weeks and I couldn't wait to go.

As the pregnancy progressed I started to get sicker and sicker in the mornings and couldn't even brush my teeth. With my 7 year old I never had morning sickness. So, I thought, hey-maybe this is a girl. Which is what I wanted.

Then one night, I'm in bed and I have this massive urge to go to the bathroom. When I get in there I see blood. Immediately I flipped. Then I thought, well, maybe it's just a little spotting. Of course some woman spot during pregnancy. So I go back to bed. 3 hours later I get back up for work and take a shower and the blood is worse. I seriously started freakin' and called my doctor. He sends me to the hospital and tells me he will meet me there. I called my husband, and my job and told them I was going. Everyone but my husband was panicing.

So I get there, they do blood work, give me an internal and then comes the ultrsound. At the same time they were doing my ultrasound they had come back with my labs. I wasn't having a miscarriage but the ultrasound showed I had two sacs. Well stupid me wasn't thinking straight I was just so happy to not be losing the baby. It didn't hit me that two sacs meant twins. The whole time I'm being checked out, my husband is in the cafeteria eating. When he comes back up I told him, "You're not gonna believe this!" And he's like, "What?" I said, "They think it's twins!!!!" And he says, "Nah!" LOL. He was excited. And I was in total SHOCK. So I get my ultrasound picture of my "two sacs" and go home.

A few weeks later I have my appointment for my diabetes, now this isn't just gestational diabetes. I have diabetes all the time. I went through the same thing with my 8 year old so I figure hey it's no problem. Well it wasn't no problem except all I wanted was wings, and cakes. And I gained like 105 pounds. I was so big everything hurt, my feet, my legs, my belly, my face, ugh! I was ugly.

In the midst of all my glory after about 20 weeks, I had to have a triple screening which is blood work to those of u who don't know. It tested for Spina Bifida, and Down Syndrome as well as something else that I can't recall right now. Anyway, the test came back positive for Down Syndrome, I was freaking. I was so scared all I did was cry every night. My doctor told me I had to meet with a genetics councelor, and talk to her about having an amniocentesis done (6 inch needle in the belly). So I call her and she says not to worry about it, I could have it done but most of the time the results are wrong when there are multiple pregnancies involved, then come to find out the lab screwed up and didn't test me for what they were suppose to at the right time which is what actually caused the false results. I was so pissed. And I didn't know it at the time but I had to do the test twice thanks to them. But I still didn't know the true results because I chose not to have the amnio done, and sure enough she was right. My babies came out perfectly healthy except for my Shayne-Shayne who had to stay in the hospital for 3 weeks do to tachypnia (Rapid Breathing) They couldn't find out why he had this and just figured it was immature lungs. I hated having to see him with tubes all over him, he couldn't eat, and it was hard holding him and watching him look like he was suffering. But he wasn't and he was in no pain. Except for the massive diaper rash he had....but thats another story......... 1