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.
