And later that day....

The kids were absolutely nuts at the midwife's office. Yikes. After calling a halt to the constant "I want to weigh myself one more time" on the scale, I lay down on the exam table to be prodded and measured and all that good stuff. Jack started screaming because he wanted to get back on the scale and "make the rumbas (numbers) go", and at the same time Kain was trying to sneak back on the scale and Maria was "helping" me by wrestling him away from it. The whole time I'm kind of trapped under the midwife's hands and unable to do a thing except fume with embarrassment when my usual sarcasm came to the rescue..."Golly," I said in a chipper voice as she was listening to the heartbeat, "I hope it's twins!"