On this morning, two years ago, we headed to the doctor's office to have my blood drawn for a pregnancy test. I was scared to death that it would come back negative, or, even worse in my opinion, it would come back too low to be viable. It was a long day waiting for those results. The doctor's office called Drew that afternoon with the results. He came home to tell me the good news. When I heard him pull up, I opened the door and he was holding a piece of paper with our beta reading on it...58.7. I was thrilled. A good, strong number for only being about 3 weeks and 2 days pregnant. While it was a good number, it was by no means high enough to indicate multiples. In fact when we went in a week later for our first ultrasound, there was clearly one sack and one baby. All evidence pointed to us having a singleton. Three long weeks later, we were back at the doctor's office to get the heartbeat ultrasound. I was so nervous that I couldn't look at the screen. The doctor began the scan and very calmly asked Drew "how many babies did I say last time?" Drew said "ONE." The doctor quickly replied with "well, there are two heartbeats." I guess Drew was in shock because his response was "are you telling me that my baby has two hearts!?!" It was a very funny moment that I will never forget! We are blessed!