Two Baby Girls!!

Two days ago we found out we are having two baby girls. We were not supposed to have another sonogram until next week. However, I have not been feeling quite right the last few days. I can only stand up for short periods of time without giving out of breath. Also, there was a lot of cramping and discomfort.

Anyway, I called the Dr. and the nurse told me to go straight to the ER. The first nurse that took care of me started talking about how the babies would die if I was in labor. I just resolved to block out those voices. And you would not believe some of the comments and looks we got when we told them we were expecting twins and that they are our 12th and 13th children. A couple of women turned their noses up when they found out I was 44. Wow, the world can be so cruel.

After being at the hospital for 5 hours the doctor discharged me. I was told that I had been diagnosed with a threatened miscarriage. This was really confusing and frightening as all my tests came back great and the babies looked wonderful. The nurse was very vague and the ER doctor never came back in to explain what he meant by "threatened miscarriage." My only orders were to take it easy and call my regular OB the following day.

So I did just that. I called the doctor's office and they told me to come on in. The only doctor there was Dr. Goodman whom I had not met before. I am amazed how God sets things up by orchestrating this immediate appointment to see a humerus, gracious, laid back physician named Dr. Goodman! Get it? "GOOD MAN"!!

This elderly doctor came into the room, examined me, plopped down and just started visiting with us. I mean we had a good ole fashion visit. You know. Like in the old days when most doctors were more personal and treated you like you were a human being instead of one of the cows in the herd? He told us that he is a father of six children and that he himself was the oldest of eight siblings. We could not help but chuckle when he told us that when he was a teenager he did not appreciate all his mom went through carrying all those babies. He said he would cringe at the thought that his mother and father "did things like that." Wow we had some good laughs with Dr. Goodman!

Dr.Goodman also put to rest a lot of the fears I picked up in the emergency room on Monday. He said that the diagnosis of a threatened miscarriage was way off. He just told me I needed to stay off my feet, eat more beef, and get in a swimming pool if I can find one. Well, I can do the first two at least! He had a good time picking at me about my southern accent!

And as I rest, I can think about those two little girls playing together in my womb. They looked so sweet flipping around. They even looked like two little girls playing together as they bounced off of one another every couple of minutes as I watch them on the ultrasound! And what to name those little dolls? We have no idea!

So the journey continues as my belly is the size of a woman who is 28 weeks pregnant instead of 20. Just this morning I was asking this:Does the Lord give me more than "I" can handle? Of course He does! That way I can declare with confidence,

1. His grace is sufficient!
2. His joy is my strength!
3. I can do all things through Him who gives me strength!
4. In His presence there is fullness of joy!
5. He shall supply all my needs according to His riches in glory!

And the list goes on!

Have a great day and have a good belly rolling laugh!!!!

Ange