Clara seems to be very active today. I have my checkup today. Brantley's coming and he seems excited about it. When we pulled in to the doctors office parking lot, I started feeling light-headed and almost fainted. It might have help if I had eaten something today. Maybe I would've eaten if I hadn't felt sick.
When it was our time for our appointment, I started getting worried and had some pressure in my stomach. When the doctor came in the room I told her about it. She said she'd do an ultrasound incase something was wrong. Maybe it was my new found motherly instinct because I knew something wasn't right. Something was wrong and I wasn't going home today, or so I thought.
As we were watching the ultrasound tech screen I saw 3 hands and 4 feet. At first I thought there was something wrong with Clara but then I saw another head and torso. I'm having twins. My other baby was a boy. I decided I'd let Brantley name him. Brantley had always wanted a boy. I knew he wanted a son to carry on his family name. Brantley James Gilbert and Clara Rose Gilbert. I guess the selfish bitch in me did have a heart. Who knew?
We talked to the doctor for sometime. We decided I was going to have a C-section on November 16th. One month from today. They would be born at seven months because I have a small frame and the doctor was surprised I could even carry one baby. Honestly, I was surprised too. Brantley decided the date because it's my birthday and his would be too late. I thinks its sweet he wants them born that day.
The only thing I was worried about was them being too small and pre-mature and them being in the newborn intensive care unit. My mom was finally happy she's getting grandchildren. My sister isn't old enough to have babies yet. She's only 15 and doesn't even have a boyfriend anymore. I guess I have no room to talk I'm 18 and conceived out of wedlock. I don't think my mom was too happy about that but I could care less. I'm finally happy with my life. I couldn't think of anyone better I want to spend the rest of my messed up life with. Maybe my dad isn't around anymore but that doesn't mean I'm going to spend the rest of my life mourning his death. I mean, come on, I was 3 when my dad killed himself. I think maybe that's the reason I have trust issues. I had plenty of father-figures in my life, but they were all abusive towards my mother. My mom didn't deserve any of that. No one does. I'm glad Brantley's back.
