Twins?

My boyfriend Jay and I had been together for about 3 years.  We met at a party, had a one night stand and never shook each other.  We were a good match in a lot of ways, even though we were basically complete opposites.  I had a good corporate job, he was a personal trainer.  I was more reserved while he was the life of the party.  I was 6'4" of bulky muscle and he was a lean 5'8". 

We'd been living together for the last 2 years.  At 27 and 29, we were on a good trajectory;  the talk of marriage had come up but we decided it wasn't for us.  We knew we'd be together for the long haul but didn't see the need for any official commitment  We'd talked recently of having a family together in a few years.  We planned on adopting because neither one of us knew if we could get pregnant or if we wanted to put our bodies through a pregnancy.  Jay was especially concerned about getting pregnant since he was a personal trainer - he didn't want to ruin his body. 

As usually goes when you actually take time to make a plan, it didn't work out that way.  Everything went off the track around New Year's.

Jay and I had a great time celebrating the New Year.  We went to a few parties, met some new people and have a really fun time.  We got home early in the morning and since we had the next 2 days off, stayed up all night having sex.  Over the next couple days we had to have had sex at least 20 times.  3 years together and we still couldn't get enough of each other.  It was awesome. 

Around the beginning of February, we both got sick and just couldn't shake it.  I would be sick for a few days, then Jay would get sick and pass it back to me.  It was what we got for living together.  Sometimes we were both sick the same day.  The good thing though was that we were only sick at certain times of the day.  I was usually sick in the morning while Jay would get sick in the evening before dinner.  It took a few Z-packs and a few weeks but we finally kicked it.

The first week of March, I went to my annual physical and got a big surprise, I was 3 months pregnant!  The doctor did routine tests, including a blood test to check my cholesterol and vitamin levels.  He didn't tell me that he'd also thrown in a pregnancy test until he got the results.  As soon as he told me, I immediately ran home to tell Jay.  Although it hadn't been planned and I hadn't wanted to get pregnant, we were both happy.  We were both in good places in our lives and would make it work. 

I'd never really had 6 pack abs so, I wasn't too worried about "ruining" my body, like Jay was.  I'd played football in high school and college and had always been big.  I wasn't fat, don't get me wrong, I was just a thick, muscular guy.  Because Jay was a trainer, he pushed me to do more at the gym than just lift so in the years since I met him, I was in the best shape of my life but still didn't have defined abs. 

As muscular as I am, I've never been a fan of working out, especially cardio, which Jay made me do.  One good thing about working out though was it allowed me to eat what I wanted, within reason.  Like I said, since I'd always been a big guy, I decided with the pregnancy, I'd give in to any cravings I had.  If I wanted to eat or if my baby wanted me to eat, I was gonna eat!

I put on almost 15 lbs in the first 3 months, which wasn't a lot to me (I figured it was baby weight plus some winter weight) but the doctor told me I'd need to watch what I ate and informed me that the baby grew the most between months 6-9.  The baby was barely a pound at 3 months, so I shouldn't have gained that much weight, the doctor cautioned. 

I wasn't the only one putting on weight though.  As Jay became my personal food shopper, I think he'd started sneaking some of my treats for himself.  One night when he came to bed from the shower, I noticed his abs didn't look as defined as they usually did.  He wasn't fat (yet), he just looked bloated.

Jay noticed his changing body too.  He pushed himself to do more at the gym but complained he was feeling tired.  We were both concerned about my health and the baby's so I made him go to the doctor as soon as possible.  I didn't want him to be sick and pass anything along to me and the baby. 

The day of Jay's doctor's appointment, I got home before him.  It was the beginning of April so I was 4 months along.  The plan was to go out to dinner once he got home so I was struggling to button up the pair of jeans I'd changed into but they were starting to get a little tight.  I knew I'd be doing some new clothes shopping soon as my waistbands were getting a little tight for my liking.

Just as I finally got my jeans buttoned, Jay burst into the room, scaring the shit out of me.  I'd been so focused on getting my jeans on I hadn't heard him come into the apartment.  I could tell something was up.  He had a crazy look in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

“You're not gonna believe when I tell you," he said, taking a deep breath in preparation of his announcement.  "We're having twins!"

“What?  How do you know that? Did Dr. Monroe tell you?”

“No," he sighed, shaking his head.  "I'm pregnant too!”

"What?!?  How?!?"

"I think you know how!". Jay smirked as he sat down on the bed.

Jay told me about his visit to Dr. Monroe's.  He said he'd gone in and told him he'd been feeling pretty lousy for the past few months and had gained some weight.  Dr. Monroe told him he thought he knew what the issue was and ran some tests. He had Jay pee in a cup but Jay hadn't thought anything of it at the time.  After leaving him in the room for a few minutes, the doctor came back in and told Jay he was pregnant too!  He was also 4 months along so we'd both conceived around New Year's. 

I came over and sat on the bed next to him.  I looked down at the small belly I had in my lap, then over at Jay's. He was smaller than I was so it was to be expected that while the baby was still so small and he worked out so much, he wouldn't be as big as I was.  Once the initial shock wore off, I realized it had only been a matter of time 'til something Ike this happened.  We were pretty versatile in our love life and we had been having  unprotected sex for awhile.  We weren’t concerned about diseases as we were both monogamous but we never thought about pregnancy because neither one of us thought we carried that gene.  Looks like we both did...

It took a few days to get adjusted to the idea that we were both pregnant:  2 pregnancies, 2 deliveries and 2 births.  Jay was excited but I knew he was worried about what would happen to his tight body. Financially I knew we could make it, I had just gotten a promotion at work and Jay made good money as a trainer.  He also had flexible hours at the gym and I usually worked from home a couple days a week so we'd be able to figure out child care when the time came.

Once the reality of having "twins" came: 2 cribs, 2 car seats, a double stroller... I was ready to get away and relax. Luckily our annual Memorial Day vacation was coming up.  Every year we went to Fire Island for the long weekend along with thousands of other gays guys, ready to start the summer. 

Our typical vacation was us spending a lot of time at the pool or the beach in tiny swim suits, letting guys hit on us, drinking 'til we almost puked, then going back to the small cottage we rented alone to have sex.  Wild, crazy, beach vacation sex: A.K.A. the best sex.  This year's vacation would be very different though. 

We were both almost 6 months pregnant so our bellies were showing.  My belly was starting to look like a regular ex-jock belly, which I could pull off no problem with my bigger frame,  Jay on the other hand had a really well rounded out belly.  At our last trip to the doctor at the beginning of May, Dr. Monroe thought that judging by our size, the babies would both be around 11 lbs.  Pretty big, thanks to my genes. 
So far I was able to carry the weight well but Jay on the other hand had a smaller frame and was obviously pregnant.  We both barely fit into our old swim suits, they just had to be done under our expanding middles.  Normally, guys would be flocking all around us but this year, not so much.  I looked like an ex frat kid who never got out of the habit of drinking too many beers and Jay looked pregnant and bloated.  Still, we had a good time on vacation and thoroughly enjoyed the alone time we spent in the cottage exploring each other's growing bodies.

Jay's birthday was at the end of July and as always, we went to his parents' house in Virginia to celebrate.  We were almost 8 months pregnant by then so it would probably be our last trip there 'til after we had the babies.  I was a little hesitant to travel so late in the pregnancy and Jay flat out didn't want to go.  His belly was so big on his smaller frame that anytime spent in one position for longer than 15 minutes was uncomfortable but it had been so long since we'd seen his family and they were so excited about the pregnancies that we had to go.  One thing I can say is a 6 hour car ride is NO fun when you're almost 8 months pregnant!

I liked Jay's family and I'm glad to say they liked me too.  Just as we'd suspected they were so excited to see us.  His mom doted on both of us and wouldn't let us do anything to help out.  Jay's dad was nice but usually a very quiet, masculine, don't show your feelings kind of guy but even he was obviously excited to see us and happy about soon having 2 new grandkids.  Jay's sister already had 2 girls.  They were both under 5 years old and were all over our bellies.  One of them told me I looked fat, not pregnant like Uncle Jay.  I knew I looked pregnant, I mean at nearly 8 months I was showing like crazy but there was no doubting that Jay was pregnant.  The belly he had was huge compared to the rest of his body.

When we got back from Jays parents house we were both left to ride out our pregnancies in the city.  The weather was hot and humid, and we lived on a 4^th floor walk up, as you can imagine we were both miserable for the last few weeks of pregnancy. 

My job was in an office desk job.  I didn’t have to move around that much and I could enjoy the air conditioning.  Jays job, on the other hand, was being a trainer, so as you can imagine it was very physically demanding.  He cut down his client load significantly as soon as he entered his 8^th month, but every hour long session took its toll on him.  He was also squatting down to help his clients with form, or helping to move weights, needless to say is back was hurting him constantly.  Jay never wanted to slow down in the gym, he was always on the lookout for new clients, he didn’t want people in the gym to see him being lazy, and getting a bad impression.  Any of them were potential new clients too. 

Jay was still all about fitness, even so late into his pregnancy.  He was constantly nagging me to get to the gym with him.  He would always remind me that a fit body had an easier labor, and that was pretty much all I needed to hear.  I was scared about delivery, so anything that would help was good. 

One day, around 8 ½ months, we both decided to get to the gym early.  I always wanted to get to the gym early, there were less people there.  Paternity work out gear was very limited, so we just found long tank tops and wore the usual mesh shorts that we had before getting pregnant.  The typical workout started with us on the elliptical machine.  We both did about 15 minutes on the lowest setting.  That was about all I could handle, my baby was really active when I was.  As soon as my heart rate got going, the baby would start squirming around in my gut. 

Jay then took me on a good weight training workout.  We were both pretty strong, I had lost some of my muscle mass over my pregnancy, but I could still lift some heavy weight.  We must have looked crazy spotting each other, or at least trying to.  As jay was on the flat bench press, belly high in the air, Id try to spot, him, but if he really needed it I probably couldn’t help him.  When I looked down, I couldn’t even see him past my belly.  As he looked up, all he could see was the underside of my belly, and the small network of stretch marks that were starting to develop as the baby grew.  Any exercise involving raising our hands above our heads we tried to avoid.  Because the tank tops were still relatively short, they always rode up, exposing a good section of our bellies, to anyone who was looking. 

After adding in all that activity to our lives, we were always hungry.  Jay carried his baby very far out in front, so it put little to no pressure on his stomach.  That meant that he was always hungry, the doctor assured us that the babies were right on track to be big and healthy and we really didn’t need to worry that much about what we ate.  It took a lot more energy to do just normal tasks with the added baby weight, so we required more calories.  What I didn’t tell Jay was that when the doctor was talking to me, he did mention that I could downsize my food intake.  I was getting pretty big, but also developing a good layer of fat over my body.  Nothing too bad, but my belly wasn’t all baby.

Jay, although the doctor said it was OK, had a hard time gaining any weight, but I could tell he was always hungry.  One night, I remember waking up around 3am for my normal bathroom break and noticing that Jay wasn’t in bed.  I slid myself out of the bed, and peaked into the kitchen.  There he was scarfing down a pint of ice cream.  He must have been ravenous, because some of it had dripped on to his shirtless belly.  I don’t know why, but it was the hottest thing I had seen in a while. Just seeing him so hungry and ready to grow feeding my baby was awesome. 

I opened the bedroom door, and he immediately put down the carton, trying to hide it behind him.  I went over, and without words, bent over, as much as I could, and licked the ice cream off his firm round belly.  He didn’t find it as hot as I did, and complained about the weight he had gained.  I tried to comfort him, but as I was, I got a swift kick to my bladder, and had to make a run for the toilet. 

When I came back, Jay was in bed, and I could tell he was upset.  Spooning was no longer an option for us.  He usually slept back to back so that we at least could feel the other person against us.  I got up on all fours and went over and started to kiss him.  We hadn’t been intimate for a while.  We had both lost some of our libido due to the pregnancies.  For some reason the sight of him shoving food in his face was hot.  I kissed him deep and left my hand go to his belly.  His belly was always firm.  For the last 3 months, as I touched it, I couldn’t imagine that it could stretch any further, but the baby continued to grow, as did his middle. 

We continued to make out for a while, and my hands went further down into his waist band, and found a raging hardon.  I laboriously moved myself lower so I could give him head.  Normally I love doing that, but this time, being on all fours for so long really took its toll on my back.  My back was arched by the weight of my baby filled belly.  It didn’t hit the bed yet, but hung very low.  It was only a matter of time before it did.  Thankfully, it didn’t take too long before Jay came, and I was able to fall back to the bed too.  I was exhausted. 

The first of October came faster than I expected.  We were both due that week, and had been going to doctors appointments every three days for the last 2 weeks.  Being in such close contact for 9 months the babies must have gotten into a good sync, because we were both starting to wake up at the same time.  I glanced over at the clock, which read 8am.  We both had been getting about 3-4 hours of sleep at a time between bathroom breaks and being woken up by the babies shifting in our tight wombs.  As I started to feel the baby wiggling around in its cramped space, I could feel Jay shifting in bed as well. 

We were both heavily pregnant and ready to get going on the deliveries.  Chances were that we wouldn’t go into labor at the same time, so we hoped that one would go, and the second would go a few days later, when the first had recovered enough. 

We slowly got out of bed and raced for the bathroom.  I got there first, and relieved myself while Jay stood outside wait for his turn.  We had a small breakfast and got dressed for the doctors appointment.  Cloths were limited at this point.  I didn’t want to have to buy more paternity gear, so I made due with a tight tee shirts and sweatpants that hung low on my belly.  No skin was exposed, but it was obvious I was close to giving birth.

We hailed a cab and took it the 4 blocks to the doctors off ice.  There was no way we were both going to walk there, so the cab was an obvious solution. 

We walking in and were greeted by stares and the receptionist.  She had come to know who we were by our frequent visits in the past 2 weeks.  We both settled down into chairs that groaned under our weight.  Of course as soon as we were seated the nurse called us in.

Jay and I both waddled into the exam room.  It was his turn on the scale first.  He got on, 190 lbs.  jay had gained 40 lbs so far on this pregnancy.  I was actually surprised the number wasn’t higher.  He carried the baby so far out in front that it seemed like a small planet under his stretched out skin.  Next was my turn.  I stepped on, 70 lbs, I had gained 45 lbs.  The truth was that my baby was probably smaller than Jays, but I had gained more weight on my body than he did.

The exams were quite routine at this point.  Jay was up first.  He slowly go on to the table and pulled up his shirt.  The doctor came in and examined the belly.  He poked and prodded and Jay moaned and groaned.  His baby was head down and ready for delivery, and day now.  My exam went the same way.  I got up, and as soon as I laid down on my back, I felt the baby shift into all my internal organs.  Laying on my back was my least favorite position.  The doctor poke and prodded me, and confirmed that my baby hadn’t turned yet.  If it didn’t my this Friday, he was going to manually manipulate it so that he was head down. 

Jays big day started at 2am on Thursday morning.  I woke to a deep groan coming from Jay.  I thought it was just a hard kick from the baby, but then he woke up and told me his water broke.  Jay had been feeling off for a day or so, but didn’t experience any contractions.  I helped him up, got him into some dry cloths and grabbed his bag.  It was tough being so supportive when I was so pregnant.  I had to support Jay in the elevator when he was having contractions, but the weight on my body was so much that I really needed someone to massage my back.  His contractions came strong and fast.  Before I knew it, we were in the taxi, and Jay was having contractions every 10 minutes.  The sight of him riding out the pain really make me nervous.  He was a strong kid, and was having a bitch of a time with this labor. 

We made it to the hospital in record time, which was good.  We were in such a rush to get there that we hadn’t been timing the contractions.  In the cab, I thought they were 7 minutes apart.  Lucky for him he was in for a short delivery.  I had to ease myself out of the cab first, one hand on the hood of the car, and slowly made my way to his side of the taxi. I opened the door and grabbed his hands, he came out belly first. 

Jay and I got to registration and got checked in quickly.  An orderly cam up from behind us and was confused about who was in labor.  I pointed to Jay, and he got seated in the chair and was wheeled to the elevator.  I held on to his hand as he got a new contraction.  I could see his belly bulging as the muscles tried to push the baby down faster.  We got to the room, and I helped him out of his cloths into a gown.  It closed in the front so that when he was in bed, the doctor could give him a belly exam. 

The doctor came in and saw Jay.  He did a quick internal exam and told us he was ready to push.  How was he so lucky, he had only been in labor for 3 hours?  Maybe my baby would be as fast.  A few strong pushes later, the baby was born.  10 lbs.

Jay stayed in the hospital for 2 days while recovering.  He came home on my due date.  I wasn’t sure how we were going to manage me going into labor when the baby had just gotten home.  It ended up that we didn’t have to worry about that.  2 weeks later I was still pregnant.  At this point I was miserable.  The baby had finally turned head down, so that was good.  The bad part was that when he turned down, he dropped so low in my hips that I was getting a pretty sharp pain in my pelvis.  The doctor thought that the baby was resting on a nerve around my cervix.  I felt tired and achy all day and night.

We tried everything we could to stimulate labor.  I ate spicy food, went for long hard walks, tried to have sex, and nothing worked. 

Around 4am on Friday morning, I was walking around the apartment, trying to get some relief in my hips when I felt the wetness in my boxer shorts.  At this point I wasn’t sure if I had lost control of my bladder, or my water broke.  Thankfully Jay was up with the baby, and confirmed it was my water.  My labor had finally started. 

It didn’t go as quick as Jays did, but it was definitely intense.  My contractions were strong and long.  I couldn’t believe the pressure I was feeling in my hips throughout my whole labor.  I was finally happy when the doctor said I could start pushing.  It took an hour, and I finally popped out a big baby boy.  11 lbs.  One pound bigger and 2 weeks later than his ‘twin’ brother.