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A trip to the pack doctor confirms that I am, indeed, pregnant. At first everything is normal, with the doctor showing us what parts of the little blog on the ultrasound screen were. Then, off to the side, I notice a little blip on the screen, watching as it kind of stutters like a heartbeat. “What is that?” The doctor looks closer, zooming in on it. The next hour was filled with people not answering my or Gabriel’s questions, inspecting my body, taking my blood, and moving to a 3D ultrasound. “Please,” I finally cry, “just tell me what is happening.” “Avery,” the doctor puts a cold hand on my arm, “It appears that one of your babies is developing at a slower rate than the other. I have my suspicions, but until we get the bloodwork back, I can’t say for certain what is happening.”