What's Done is Done

Chapter 9

The days pass by, and eventually weeks. I wait and wait to hear back from Daniel or Mom and Dad. Yet no response. The only significant people in my life I hear from is Delilah, her parents, and Isabelle.

I'm now nineteen weeks pregnant. My belly is quickly expanding. It's rounder and bigger than usual; it's emerging into a watermelon. Lately my belly has been feeling bloated and cramped. Pregnancy is a rewarding experience, but also very painful! My back is starting to ache, and my boobs are starting to swell up and become tender. 

I've been feeling super emotional lately. I mean, before I got pregnant, I was already emotional - hello, hormones?! But after getting pregnant, there were more hormones added and I went totally nuts! 

Swinging from happy to angry to sad to happy again, and repeat.

Oh, and the food cravings? Those are just plain weird as fuck! My favorite snack is pickles-and-mayo-and-chocolate syrup sandwiches. I also love vinegar potato chips which I used to loathe. I'm constantly eating. I swear, every waking minute, every waking hour, there's always food stored in my mouth. It's understandable, though, because I'm feeding for two.

I appreciate being a mom and all because I'm blessed with my future son or daughter.

I gasp, almost forgetting. Tomorrow - January 4, 2011 - is the day I get to know if my child is a boy or a girl!

At 10:00 AM, as usual, I excitedly enter the clinic. Dr. Heathers immediately appears and walks me down to the exam room. I go through the usual checkup. Then the ultrasound shows up on the TV screen.

"You're having..." Dr. Heathers says dramatically, dragging out her voice. "A boy and a girl!"

"Huh?" I say, confused. Am I having a half boy and half girl? That doesn't make sense. Then I realize that I'm having - "Twins?!"

Dr. Heathers smiles and nods her head. "Yep. Twins, a boy and a girl! I didn't see that there was another baby - it turns out he was hiding behind his sister."

I giggle. "That's so cute. They're playing hide-and-seek already!" 

"Anyway, you're healthy for being nineteen weeks pregnant this young," Dr. Heathers says. "However, since you're having two, you may be at more risk. The babies will most likely be born a few weeks early - possibly between thirty two and thirty eight weeks. And you'll most likely have a C-section as it'll be tough on your body to give birth naturally."

She must've seen my worried facial expression because she assures, "But you'll be fine!"

I smile wearily. "Okay. Good."

"Just be safe and careful, and you and the babies will be perfectly all right."

"Okay, thanks."

I go home with the printed out ultrasound of my twins in my hand.

I attach the picture in the baby book I bought shortly after my first appointment at the clinic. I smile as I look at it.

Then I pull out my phone and take a picture of that ultrasound. I send it to Daniel and caption it below: "Here is a pic of your son and daughter. It turns out we're having twins. :)" And then I send it to Mom and Dad and caption it below: "Here is a pic of your grandson and granddaughter. It turns out I'm having twins. :)" 

After those texts are sent, I just stare at the phone, hoping that at least one of them will respond.

A half hour later, I receive a response! It's from Daniel which reads:

"Damn it, Allison! Don't fucking text me! I don't care about you or your fucking babies! I'm going to block your number. Bye." 

I gasp. What an asshole! 

I don't respond to that bitchy text and I block his number. 

I rub my belly and whisper to the twins, "I'm sorry you have a jerk for a father."