The title says it all really. Sometimes it hits me. I am trudging through pregnancy quite happily and then bam! I remember I am having twins.
I feel so blessed, so lucky. I am an only child and to make Little Man a big brother was something that was so important to me so to be able to give him two siblings is amazing. I feel blessed to watch these two little girls grow up together and see their similarities and their differences. Knowing my kids will have each other means the world to me.
Some nights I just walk into the freshly painted nursery and just look at the two cots, the two bath seats, the two bouncers. It is so surreal to think that in a few weeks time I will be a Mummy of 3!
Spreading the love around doesn’t worry me; I have plenty of that but the practicalities worry me. How do you hold 2 babies at the same time? How do you feed them together? How do you cope when they are both screaming and your 4 year old is about to explode? How do I do this on my own for most of the week?
Truth be told I have no idea to any of those questions. I think I might just wing it because until these baby girls are here I don’t think it’s really going to hit any of us that we actually are becoming a family of 5.