As you contemplate this development with astonishment, it occurs to you that there might be twins in there. Twins! Or triplets! Triplets!!! What if there are triplets in there?! Forgetting all the statistics that you know, forsaking all rationality, you suddenly envision yourself trying to nurse triplets (!!!) whilst cooking supper for the rest of your clamoring young brood. Panicking, you can’t decide which is more daunting at this point in your career: the thought that there might be more than one baby in there, or the thought that your belly might just be that big already. You Google multiples, smile at the pictures of parents who’ve mastered the art of double-slinging babies, and choke on the price of the triple jogging stroller.
At your next doctor’s appointment, you tentatively raise the twin theory. Your doctor laughs at you, then recommends cutting back on both the flights of fancy and the carbs.
It’s awfully nice to know what to expect, at least.
It appears as though there are several of these in the oven.