Right after Rhiannon turned two, Jake and I planned and became pregnant. At ten weeks (New Year's Eve, to be exact) we discovered not one, but two miscarried fetuses, and I spent weeks hollow and tortured by the idea of my lost babies. Six weeks later, I became pregnant again, again with two fetuses, and only one survived- her name is Morgan. When Lucas came along, I think jake and I were both shocked to realize there was only one baby, and for quite a long time, we thought ourselves finished as breeders. But in October of 2007, we both came to the realization that we were not done, and tried once...and succeeded in getting pregnant a fifth time. At three weeks, my mother called to tell me of a premonitory dream she had, in which I had twins. I scoffed at her vision and assured her it was only one. For weeks, I saw my obgyn and as my stomach began to expand in truly amazingly warped speeds, I hinted that perhaps my mother was a seer after all. The obgyns waved me away when I asked