• It was my third pregnancy, and when my bump grew faster, I assumed it was because I had done this before. • It turned out I was pregnant with twins. • They refused to take a DNA test now as adults to find out if they are identical.

When my baby bump began growing at an alarming rate, I persuaded myself that pregnant women are always bigger the third time around. It was a stretch — literally. At 11 weeks, my belly looked five months, and my nausea was nonstop. My doctor suggested an ultrasound to clarify my due date. I stuck to the script in my head: Your body's been here before. It's just doing what it knows how to do.

"Can you see this?" the technician asked.

I stared at the screen above my burgeoning belly, and various shades of grey bobbed in and out of focus.

"That's a head,"

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