​It’s basically a well-known fact amongst those the closest to me that if there’s only a 2% chance of something happening, it will happen…to me. Let’s just cut to the chase, I got a negative pregnancy test 8 weeks into my twin pregnancy. I should also mention that I am an admitted POAS addict. For those who haven’t visited a pregnancy forum, recently tried to make a baby, or just don’t know what the hell I’m talking about; POAS is an abbreviation for Pee On A Stick and I was addicted.

​No fancy photos for this post . These are REAL pictures, from my cell phone from a text conversation with my best friend...Check out the dates...Yup, that's right! I knew I was having twins even before I saw a doctor.

When you pick an OB when you’re 18 years old and just need birth control you don’t ever consider that there could be a moment when you’re sitting in front this doctor waiting for him to tell you more about the news you just received from an ultrasound technician.

“There are two heartbeats. Congratulations! You’re having twins!”

I certainly never thought I would be sitting there.
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