Not A TV Life...

Chapter 17

Two months had passed, and things were looking up. I still didn't have a job, but I wasn't worried. Jesse helped me with that. I still had PTS, but I kept that to myself. I dind't want to burden my family.

"Hey, Becky, have you made an appointment with the shrink?" Jesse casually asked one morning.

"No, do I have to?"

"Do you still have PTS?"

"Yes."

"I think you should."

"Okay, I'll do that now." I looked in the phone book to see what my options were. "I guess I'll go with this guy." I called the office and was able to make an appointment with a Dr. Crane.

"Who'd ya get?"

"Someone named Dr. Crane."

"Oh, like your doctor."

"Oh, right, my doctor! Thanks, Jesse; I completely forgot about my six month checkup."

"You're welcome... Three more months, and we'll have two more little bundles of joy."

I smiled. "Twins are usually premature; Nicky and Alex were nearly a month premature.... That didn't sound right, did it?"

"No, but I know what you mean."

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"Well, this is a very interesting ultrasound," Dr. Krane (not to be confused with my possible psychiatrist, Dr. Crane) shook her head. "Remember when I told you you were having twins?"

"We're not?" I was confused for a few moments.

"Well, not exactly. You're having--"

"Triplets?" I squeaked. "We're having triplets?"

"Yes!"

"Triplets!" I stood up and walked to the counter. "Triplets!" I kept walking from one place to the next, stopping, and saying, "Triplets!"

"I can see you're excited!"

"Excited? I'm flabbergasted!" I sat down on the doctor's seat. "This is great! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

"For you having triplets? Don't thank me, thank your husband."

"I should do that. And I will!"

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I came home in a daze. "Triplets!" I thought for the umpteenth time. "I gotta tell somebody! Anybody!" Just then Comet, the family dog, came prancing in. "Comet!" He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me. "Guess what? Jess and I.... we're having triplets!"

"Triplets?!" Multiple voices behind me repeated.