My husband and I always knew we wanted children. Maybe two or even three. We started trying to conceive on our honeymoon. Months went by and we still remained hopeful and anxious that we would soon get that fabulous second line on the home pregnancy test indicating a positive result. Unfortunately, a few more years went by with no luck. We had all of the standard tests done to make sure things were working properly with our reproductive organs. We were young and healthy. The doctor finally chalked it up to "unexplained infertility" and proceeded to tell us our options for infertility treatments or IVF (in vitro fertilization). None of these alternatives appealed to either of us. So, with much sorrow, we decided to move on with our lives and remain hopeful that one day we still might be blessed with a child.
Then, one weekend when I was visiting with some girlfriends in San Francisco, we decided that it would be a real kick to go and have our palms read by a psychic. I mean, what the heck, it was cheap entertainment at only twenty bucks a reading and we might even learn something insightful. So we proceeded to a funky, new age-y, incense smelling, store that had several psychics on hand for private readings. We paid the fee and were promptly taken, separately, by our respective psychics, into tiny, red velvet lined, windowless, rooms.
I won't bore you with the details of what was a very short, general reading. But, I would like to share something interesting that this psychic told me after I asked if I would ever have any children (I never even hinted about my troubles, by the way). Anyhow, she obliged me by taking a close look at the side of my hand which apparently revealed all about this subject, to her anyway. Then she proceeded to tell me, rather nonchalantly, that I would indeed have a child, then a set of twins, and then another single child. I really thought she was nuts at this point! I don't know what I was expecting her to say, but it sure wasn't that I was going to have four children. It made the whole experience seem even more like a hoax especially after what my husband and I had been through.
Later, when we were finished with our readings, us gals divulged what we had been told. No one had anything groundbreaking to say until it was my turn. I retold what the psychic said about all of these kids I would have, and twins to boot! Needless to say, we all had a huge laugh and went on to have a great weekend drinking good wine, chatting, and catching up...The psychic experience promptly forgotten.
Several months later, I had decided to purchase an electronic ovulation detector in one last effort to conceive. Miraculously, after using it for the first time, I found out I was indeed pregnant. I had to take about eight home pregnancy tests to confirm this marvel to myself. When I told my husband, he couldn't even believe it! Finally, after four long years of trying we were going to have a baby. We welcomed our daughter into the world on Thanksgiving Day.
Soon thereafter, I received a phone call from my Grandmother. She wanted to tell me about a dream she'd had. She said it was just so real that it had to have some significance. She went on to tell me I was going to have twins because she saw them in this dream...But, she could only see them from behind, and she was telling my husband that they needed hair cuts because they were boys not girls. Well, I began to wonder, not about what the psychic had said, but if my Grandmother was finally losing her marbles! I seriously did not even give it a second thought. I mean, we don't even have twins in our family and I felt so lucky to just have one child.
This quirky dream aside, we did decide to try for another baby after our daughter was just over a year old. I whipped out my trusty ovulation detector and got pregnant the first month I used it! I have to admit, I was honestly beginning to think the thing was magic and wondered why I had never thought to buy one years ago.
I scheduled an appointment with my obstetrician and went in to see him when I was around eight weeks pregnant. My husband came along to watch the ultrasound that would confirm our little miracle. Except, the doctor did not detect one heartbeat, but two! After my husband almost fell out of his chair he came over to grab my hand. We were in utter shock and disbelief, to say the least. The doctor assured us that they were definitely twins and gave his congratulations. We walked out of his office on an invisible cloud of sheer delight.
After calling my Grandmother to tell her the news and listening to her inevitable "I told you so's," thoughts of the psychic returned to me like a flood. Had she really foreseen my children? Was it just luck or coincidence? Why did my Grandmother also have the same inclination? Am I fated to have that fourth child that she spoke of, as well? No one will know for sure, but what I do know is that my life is full and rich with my daughter and, you guessed it, twin sons with long hair.