Marge? Guess what? I'm pregnant! We're thrilled! Even though we had planned to wait. Bob's been singing "Having My Baby" all day. I told him, "Keep singing that and I will throw up. Again." No, I haven't told the office, it might affect my job. This morning I threw up at a board meeting. I was sure the cat was out of the bag, but no one seemd to think anythign about it; apparently it's quite common for people to throw up at board meetings.
Bob and I are so happy. Pam gave us a Piaget book we're reading to each other. Bob is being so sweet to me. He's going to be such a good father. And I'm going to be such a good mother.
Twin boys! Honey, it must have been the water bed. The doctor says they may both be hyperactive, but how bad could these two little angels...be...Oh, you little tadpole! Bob, quick-take one of them! Honey we've got our hands full! We can do it. We'll get superorganized;this time we'll split the chores right down right down the middle. We can have it all. We already have it all. We just got it all at once, that's all.