The following is an accurate depiction of what happened at the ultrasound.
I'm not exaggerating.

We arrived 10 minutes early for my appointment yesterday. While waiting in the reception area, Heath said, "Are you ready to see twins?" I glared at him and for the umpteenth time told him that wasn't funny and I hope he wouldn't feel too disappointed when there was only one. He asked how sure I was about only one baby. Uh. Pretty sure. I can't have twins.

We go in and the technician starts measuring my body parts just to make sure everything is looking fine. She is doing the ultrasound with the probe on top of my tummy. She measures ovaries, and I marvel at how neat it is we have this technology. Then she moves it some more and says, "Do you see what I see?" Yeah. My two ovaries. I said that in my head. Out loud I started to panic and said, "I don't know? What do you see?" There had to be a reason she asked that question--most women have two ovaries so it isn't that interesting to talk about.

Heath's eyes get huge and he starts to smile. She says, "I see two, but we will need to do the [other test] to make sure." I said, "Well then do it please!" Panic rising in my voice. I suddenly have a really hard time breathing. She leaves the room so I can prepare. Heath is jumping up and down, practically shouting, "I knew it! I called it from the beginning! I told you!!" I glare at him again and tell him to calm down, it hasn't been confirmed and really, I couldn't breath, so one of us needed to be rational. He tries to kiss me. I wanted no part of it. Covering my mouth takes away one way to breath and I really need to focus now.

After what felt like 20 minutes (probably only 3), she came back in. She said, "Have you gotten Dad to relax about this yet?" Heath said, "I'm not the one who needs to relax here." I think I was in full panic attack mode. This was surreal. She started the other test. If you have ever been pregnant--you know what I am talking about. For those of you who haven't, I'll spare you the details.

Sure enough. Two little beans pop up on the screen. Tears come to my eyes as I realize I will have to admit to Heath that he was right and I was wrong. I so wanted to gloat over only one baby. She says, "There are two! Can you see them?" I said yes and asked if they both had heartbeats. I had desperately been looking for them, but couldn't see the pulsing. She said that they both do and moved in closer so I could see the delicate but frantic fluttering of their teeny tiny hearts. Relief rushed over me. I may be paniced about twins, but I do want any babies I have to be alive and healthy!

She did her measuring and then decided to time the heartbeats. She said we would start with Baby B. He (hoping for a girl and a boy) is located way up high and was very difficult to get close to. We could see the fluttering. We couldn't hear the beat though. I was a little worried, but not too much because, clearly there was a heartbeat. I could see it. I guessed that he was just to small to make much of a sound. After about 10 mintues of probing, she decided to check out Baby A. Her heartbeat was much easier to pick up. 171 beats a minute. A beatiful sound. We went back to Baby B, and after a few more minutes of manuevering, we heard his heart. A very healthy 169 beats per minute.

We finished up and went out into the hallway. All of the nurses were excited (for the technician, these are her first twins to ever diagnose). The nurses promised not to fawn over me yet--they would give me time to take all this in.

We left. I went back to work. Heath went back to work. We called our families. Heath's Mom didn't believe him. I told her it was true, but I still don't think she believed us until she saw the pictures. Jaime called as soon as she found out. She wanted to make sure I was handling it well. I said, "give me a week to let it sink in." I still don't believe it.

The women at work were so excited. Genella screamed. Beverley cried. April said she knew it all along. Julie said she had suspected as much (she claims that I am much too large to only be 8 weeks along. Now we know why). When I showed Mark, he asked what he was looking at. He stared for awhile then said, "it's a baby." No Mark, it's two babies. Mark said, "I don't even know what one is supposed to look like. How am I supposed to know that is two?" Patrick almost fell over and his eyes got really wide. It was kind of fun.

So today. I have seen the pictures. I know it must be true, but I still don't comprehend what is going on. I don't know when it will sink in. I'm happy my babies are healthy. I am terrified about all of the what-ifs and the what-do-we-do-about-this-scenarios. I dreamed about babies all night long. Not my babies. The babies of all of my friends who are expecting. I need time to adjust, but I know I will be thrilled when I finally 'get it!'