What are the chances?

I have told this story a time or two before…actually I have told this story a lot, but its still fun to tell…so now you get to hear it…probably for the umpteenth time. 

My Nolan was 6 months old and he and I were baking a German chocolate cake for his daddy's birthday. (Slacker Nolan was making me do all the work.) Just like I had done every year since we had been dating…passing on the baton from his amazing mother who had done it since he was a little boy. While cracking the eggs for the cake, I found two of the eggs were twin eggs…thats right. One egg, two yolks. OMG, if I was pregnant, I would have been totally freaked out! That night we had champagne, German chocolate cake with twin eggs, you know, normal stuff. The next day, I just had to …..I just had to take a pregnancy test cause those eggs were still haunting me. Negative! Yes! I hopped into the shower and something told me to check the test again, so on my way out of the shower I took a peek and, GOOD GOD, two lines. no. NO WAY. Oh God. How do I tell steve? AHHHHHH. Okay. Suck it up…you can do this. I march up the stairs and just ever so gentle say "steve?"……immediately he responds.."your pregnant!" 

That was easy.

Okay, I'm pregnant. Those eggs. Those DAMNED eggs! What on earth did they mean?

TWO YOLKS!!