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Entry 10

Today I had another doctor's appointment, and like we agreed last time, he hooked me up for another ultrasound. Because of how far into the pregnancy I am, the picture should be better, and I was actually excited to see if his idea of me having twins was correct or not.

So Prussia and I went to the appointment and everything began as expected, and soon the doctor came in. We went through the pleasantries and the ultrasound began. When I looked at the screen I saw two little figures curled around eachother. Yep, two of them. I'm having twins. When I saw that I was really relieved, and asked if this meant that his idea of one of them being sick was wrong.

Dr. Martin did not respond right away, and I began to get nervous again. Was there still something wrong? At last the doctor looked at us and I asked if something was wrong. To this he responded by saying, "Oh, sorry. I was just checking some things. I have two things to tell you at the moment. The first is that I can tell you the sex of you babies. Do you want to know?"

To this Prussia instantly got up and began saying that he wanted to know, all before I could so much as make a squeak. The doctor smiled and said that I was going to have a boy and a girl. When I heard this, I looked back at the screen and tried to figure out which was which. I have to admit that I was excited about this. Over the past few weeks, the two of us had talked about which kind we were hoping for. Prussia had been hoping for a boy, and while I didn't hate the idea of a boy, I was kind of hoping for a sweet, little girl. I guess this means that we both get what we wanted.

A few seconds after he told us this, Prussia practically jumped at me and gave me a hug. I guess the two of us were pretty excited, so much so that we almost missed the rest of his news.

Dr. Martin cleared his throat and said, "As for the other part of the news, it seems that one of them has a rather high heart rate, higher than what we thought before we knew they were twins."

When he said this, both Prussia and I stopped our rejoicing. So one of them was sick, but how sick was the baby? And which one? The doctor didn't know for sure, but said that just to be on the safe side I should try not to over-do it from now on. I eagerly agreed, after all if there was a chance that it would help my baby then I could take it easy.

To this, Prussia decided to make the off-hand comment while giving a perverted smirk that everything seems to excite me now-a-days. This caused me to start blushing and get a little annoyed with him. After all, I really don't think that that was something that he had to know about. As it is, judging by the doctor's facial expression I would say he had the same opinion as me.

Our appointment was finished shortly after this, and arranged for another one next month. We then left, with me in silence. As we drove back home, Prussia tried to get me to talk to him, but I really didn't want to. I mean really, was he expecting me to be alright with him saying that kind of stuff in front of him. He may be hard to ignore or forget, but that doesn't make him immune to being the source of someone else's anger.

It became obvious when we pulled into the drive way that my little quiet act was getting to him. After he parked the car he looked over at me and told me that he was really just trying to help. How is purposely making that kind of joke supposed to help me? Well, then again no one said that he thought the same way as the rest of us.

I was still frustrated when I came out of the car and he picked up on this. When he did, he asked how long I was planning on being angry with him this time. It may have been the attitude that he used when he said that, but whatever the case I did not appreciate it. Why was he being so annoying so suddenly anyways?

At last I turned back to him and answered, "Until you stop being an ass."

With that I went inside, leaving Prussia outside to wonder what had just happened. Eventually he came back inside and we pretty much stayed out of each other's way for the next few hours. Later that evening, I had finally cooled down enough to talk to him and decided to apologize. But unlike the last few times, instead of saying it was alright he just took me into his lap and had me sit there. All the while he said nothing. I have to admit, as nice as it was to be so close to him, his quietness was kind of worrying me. Maybe I went too far when yelling at him? Or maybe what the doctor said about the kids finally got to him? Needless to say, I'm hoping he goes back to normal soon.

With maple syrup,

Matthew (Canada) Williams

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