Hello! I'm sorry that it's been a few days since I updated, but I've had the strangest two problems developing my story line. One, I can ask you guys about. I've decided to name one of the twins Conan, because that's how I've always thought it should be. However, I can't decide what to name the other one. If anyone has any suggestions, please let me know. The second problem, I can't tell you guys about, as it may ruin the ending. But here I am, chapter seven.

Chapter Seven-Problem?

About a week after the guests left, Rachel was about halfway through the fifth month. She was now sucessfully heavier than Jimmy. Everything was going good until her doctor's appointment one day.

The doctor decided to do an ultrasound to make sure everything was OK. He was about to do another one, when Jimmy noticed the look on his face. It was worried, and sad somewhere within.

"What's wrong, doc?" He asked.

"Well, let me ask you a question, Rachel. How much do you eat?"

Rachel didn't know what to say except, "A lot."

"Let's put it this way. Was yesterday an average day, foodwise?"

She nodded.

"And could you tell me all you ate between the minute you woke up to the minute you went to sleep?"

"Well... yeah... I had a bowl of ramen and two nashis for breakfast at around seven... then at 9:30, I had a medium size bag of Cheetohs... all of them... at around ten, I had a half bag of apple chips... at noon, I had lunch, three pickle and mustard sandwiches and two boxes of juice. I ate again at three. I had two oranges and a one liter of coke. At six, I had a triple McDonalds salad and a super size frie... at nine, I had a half box of oreos. At ten, I had a coke, and then I went to bed."

"Hm... people say that when you're pregnant, eat all you want, don't they?"

"Yes."

"The truth is... you have to eat a lot, but you're eating way too much..."

"Is something wrong inside of her?" Jimmy sounded worried, dropping the sick face that he had when he registered so much food at once.

"There is a risk by eating as much as you have. There is about a forty percent chance that you will lose one of the babies. right now, you're all right. Tone it down a little bit on the eating, OK?"

"How much can I eat now?"

"Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and a snack after each one. But make sure it goes in that order. And try getting a little more sleep than ten to seven. Sleep in and go to sleep an hour earlier. Don't lift too much at once."

"OK. And, um... you don't think..."

"If you stick to that schedule, I think that he'll be fine."

Jimmy and Rachel looked at each other awkwardly.

That night, Rachel had to fight the tantalizing urge to eat a box of cookies. But she could handle it. If for the sake of one of her sons, she could handle it.

I will try to update soon, but it's getting harder! I hope you all are still reading this! Love ya'll!