MAYBE EIGHT BABIES? EVEN MY DOCTOR LOOKED SHOCKED
When I first found out I was pregnant, I cried from pure joy. My husband, Mateo, picked me up and spun me around the living room like we were in a rom-com. We’d been trying for a while. One baby—maybe two if we were really lucky—was all we’d ever hoped for.
But by week 16, something felt… different. My belly was already huge. Strangers at the grocery store kept asking if I was due any day now. One woman even said, “Are there four in there or five?” I laughed, but inside, I felt uneasy. This didn’t feel like a “normal” pregnancy.
By week 20, I could barely walk from the couch to the kitchen without getting winded. My back ached constantly, and I could literally see my belly ripple—like waves under the skin. Mateo became obsessed with Googling symptoms. I stopped looking in the mirror altogether.
Then came the anatomy scan. Even the ultrasound tech looked confused. “Hold on… I need to get the doctor,” she said, leaving the machine still pressed to my belly. Mateo looked at me, pale.
The doctor came in, glanced at the screen, then at me… then back at the screen.
“How many do you think are in there?” he asked softly.
I just stared at him. “Twins?” I guessed, knowing already that wasn’t it.
He let out a nervous laugh, rubbed the back of his neck, and said, “Let’s just say… this is going to be one unforgettable delivery.”
Since then, things have gone wild online. Someone snapped a photo of me in the waiting room, and it blew up. Now people are making guesses—quadruplets, sextuplets, even eight.
But here’s the craziest part…
I still don’t know exactly how many are in there. Not yet. Not for sure.
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