To what do I owe this gift my friend? My life, my love, my soul? -- summer 1999

It's awesome! I grinned I was about to be bouncing, " Jada and I are pregnant!" I shouted loudly so I knew everyone had heard what I had told them. This would be amazing! Both of us pregnant at the same time. The poor boys.

I grinned at the rest of my family while Mum rushed towards the girls to give them hugs first. I was glad that everyone was as excited as we were. This was almost more of an ovation for us than there was for Seth, who was now six years old. I was soon wrapped up in my mother's arms and being smashed up next to Fred; apparently she could not hug us separately. Which just made it all the more funny to me. "Thanks, guys," I said to everyone who joined in with the hugs and congratulations.

I wrapped each of the girls in hugs and then grabbed both of the boys in a hug.  "I'm so excited!"  I said pulling away only after planting kisses on their cheeks.  I looked at the two ladies.  "Are you two hungry for anything?  I will make you whatever your little hearts desire... I know how cravings go.  I have been pregnant six times all with extremely different wants and cravings..."  I understood how all of these things went when you got to a certain point in the pregnancies.

I grinned at everyone.  "Thank you, everyone," I said sincerely.  I was so happy about all of this.  I looked at Molly, glad that she offered making something for us.  "Well... some poutine sounds like it would be amazing right about now," I answered, knowing that Elena and I had already had this discussion.  I could not believe that we were both pregnant at the same time.  This was going to be quite entertaining for the twins.  I had a feeling that we were going to be talking with Addison - who was the first one pregnant of all of us in our generation it seemed - about everything with being pregnant.

This was fantastic, they were oth pregnant at the same time. Which was concerning we would have to hormonal women in the house. Georgey and I would have to be going for things all the times. " You know...poutine would be nice mum. Need help?"

I laughed at the girls seeming to be nervous to ask for some food, something I never thought would happen in this household.  I ws even more surprised that my son offered to help, that normally happened with Charlie.  "Thank you, Fred," I said, accepting his help.  I was not what I used to be, but I still could get things done easily.  I instructed my son as to what I needed from the pantry as I got a few other things out and ready.  "I am so proud of you, Fred" I said as I started cooking.

I sat down in the kitchen, " Molly would you need some more help?" I asked her, I wanted to help. I didn't feel helpful at all. It was nuts, I wanted to make poutine but I thought I would make it I didn't want to bother anyone.

I smiled at my daughter.  "Oh no, sweetie, you just sit and relax.  You should know by now that I love doing this for all you kids," I said to her.