Flashback: Finding Out

"I bet we're going to have twins."

Yep, I predicted it. On February 2, 2008. Kathy and I were walking down Divisadero Street, weeks before we actually found out she was pregnant, and, out of the blue, I predicted it. Just call me Nostradamus.

Okay, so it was one of those off-hand, "wouldn't it be funny if" kind of comments that I made without actually believing it was going to happen. But still.

We found out Kathy was pregnant a few weeks later. Almost from the beginning, Kathy kept saying that she thought she might have twins. Her clothes stopped fitting her even though she was only a few weeks pregnant. Plus she was totally exhausted all the time, falling asleep at 8 pm every night. The pregnant symptoms were strong, she MUST have twins. Ha ha - twins! We would sit and think about what it would be like, but I'm not sure I really believed that it was going to happen. I think maybe we thought that if we talked about it happening, then it couldn't possibly really happen.

Right.

Anyway, we were at the doctor undergoing our first ultrasound, and the doctor looks up at the screen and gleefully says:

"Well, here's ONE baby...."

And right then, just from the way he said "ONE", I knew we were going to have more than one baby. And the first thought that went through my head was "Oh dear lord -- we're going to have triplets!"

"...and here's ANOTHER baby."

And I looked up at the screen and saw two sea-monkeyish looking things, side by side. Twin A and Twin B, the doctor called them. I looked at Kathy and saw on her face a weird mix of fear and joy. Mostly fear. Our doctor, on the other hand, seemed positively giddy, flashing a huge grin that contrasted sharply with the stunned looks on our faces.

And so it began.

Oh and incidentally, the calculated day of our twins' conception: February 2, the day of my fateful prediction.

Hey, at least God has a healthy sense of humor.