If you have ever been my roommate (and I've had 52 of them in my life), you may be at risk for having twins.
Probably identical twins.
Most of you have heard about Brooke, my BFF who was due a week before me and found out at her 20 week ultrasound that she was having identical twin boys. And then the next week I found out at my 20 week ultrasound that I was having identical twin boys. That was nuts.
This is even nuttier.
Meet lovely Aimee. (The bride. And yes, that's me on the left with dark hair. Remember the post-baby distract from the mid-section stunt?) Anyhow, she was the next roommate that we had for the longest time. Just last week she found out that she is now pregnant with identical twin boys. Now mind you, identical twins isn't something you can fertilize. They think it's basically just a fluke. And of all twinning, identical boys are the least common. Go figure.
So I've called my mind back to the BYU years, 1998-1999, I believe. We lived in The Colony (which was an amusing place itself - people would always sneak signs in between "The" and "Colony" that said things like "nudist," for example). We had a freaky weird roommate. She was mail-order mania. Nearly every single day there were mail-order packages on our doorstep (and this was before online shopping was common). It was weird. And where did she get the money? We were all broke college students. And I think her dad was like a forest ranger or something.
And then there was the ballroom dancing. She was obsessive. We overheard a phone conversation one night where she was discussing other ballroom dancers on the team who apparently did not meet her standard of obsession. "....don't they realize it's our life??????"
And then there were the psychotic books. I remember looking over at her during church one time and seeing that she had her scriptures open... and inside of her scriptures she was concealing the novel "Blood Debt," apparently a companion to "The Laughing Corpse" and other books I'd seen on her bookshelf.
She was a real piece of work. So much so that we could no longer stand aside and let poor Aimee share a room with her. Oh yeah, and I think she was really stinky. So, anyway, we moved Aimee into the bedroom with Brooke and me. And really, weird roommate didn't mind. Then there was more room for her thigh-masters and whatever the heck else she was getting in the mail. Now, let me tell you, these were not large rooms by any means. In fact, the beds had to be overlapping to fit all three of our beds in the one room. It took many cinder blocks and a lot of creativity to make it happen. It really was hilarious. Good thing I was such a good sleeper back then.
Anyhow - I think I've finally hit on my theory. You know how often a whole apartment of girls are in such close proximity that they all start to get their cycles together? I think we just somehow took that to some whacked out extreme. So here we are. With three sets of identical twin boys.
And I blame it all on the overlapping beds.