After 23-weeks, I'm finally ready to sit down and write about this. Hi, my name is Heather. I am 24 years-old and I'm pregnant with twins. Yep. There it is.
This post has been a long time coming. First off, I've been knowingly pregnant since early November. Second off, I've been knowingly pregnant-with-two-babies since Christmas Eve. So what kept me from writing? Oh, you'll see. Or read? Yeah, you'll read... it. This is getting weird.
Basically, finding out you're having twins is a huge, big ol' shock. It doesn't matter if you're married to a twin (cough, cough), because, really, it means nothing to be married to a twin--especially if he's the dude in the relationship. Here you were thinking, "Oh hey, we could add one more," and BOOM--there's two on their way. The big ol' shock comes full-front when the stats are presented that there's only a 1.7% chance of conceiving twins naturally. That's tiny. So, um, what's happening again? We're having two children at once? Right. Right, okay.
Basically, I'm writing this down to not only to remember myself or to quench the curiosity of friends and family who have asked that I write this down, but to hopefully one day help out another shocked pregnant woman, who may stumble upon this post (and I'm sure many future posts) as she Googles the crap out of twin pregnancies (because that's totally the first thing any 21st century human being does). There's just not a ton of first-hand experiences written out there about finding out you're having twins, so hopefully I can contribute in what will be undoubtedly a very large series of posts that chronicle the surprise, panic, and shock of tripling the amount of children you have in one pregnancy.
In short, this is the introductory post to future posts about my personal experiences, thoughts, and feelings regarding being pregnant with fraternal twins. So if you're reading this and you're in the same boat (ahem, pregnant with twins), and you're feeling a little scared (or a lot scared), trust me--you're not alone!