TWO MONTHS LATER... I am in the final stages of my pregnancy, and I have a check-up at the doctor. I am seated on the raised table, waiting for the Doctor to come in. I feel numb. How am I supposed to take care of these little babies feeling the way that I feel? She knocks on the door and comes in, looking down at her chart, "Mrs. Rossi?" she greets me. I immediately begin to tear up. She approaches me, patting my back, "Oh sugar. What did I say?" she asks. I grab a tissue from my pocket, "Nothing. I just got emotional when you said, Mrs. Rossi." I respond. She flashes a confused look as she glances at the chart, "Are you not Mrs. Rossi?" she asks. "Yes, I am, but my husband just passed away two months ago from a brain tumor," I explain. She gasps, "Oh my lord. Sweetie." She pul

