Last weekend was not fun. I was SO sick...I literally thought I was going to die. I couldn't keep anything down and after passing out twice from dehydration, Zacc ended up taking me to the ER at about 2 in the morning. The doctor asked me if I was pregnant and I told her "No." I had taken 3 pregnancy tests that all turned out negative. After a urine sample, the doctor came back and told me that I was pregnant, but because I was so sick she was afraid it might be a tubal pregnancy and that they would need to perform surgery. Zacc and I waited for what seemed like an eternity for the ultra sound. The girl finally showed up and started asking me questions.
"How many times have you been pregnant?"
"once."
"How many live births?"
"one."
"Have you ever taken fertility drugs?"
"No, we got pregnant the first try with Macey and apparently the first try this time too."
"Oh, really. That's funny because you are having twins!"
"...."
We are still in shock...