This morning while strolling at the park, Hubby suddenly told me that he had a strong feeling that my next pregnancy will be a pair of twins.
I freaked out on the spot.
Truth to be told, just thinking back about how difficult going through a pregnancy is, scares the hell out of me. It is already very tiring to deal with work, housework and a playful, clingy and emotional toddler on a daily basis. Yes, no doubt it is very fulfilling and at times, entertaining. But just the thought of puking every day and night for the almost entire pregnancy puts me off. I can’t imagine having twins. Double the agony, I supposed?
If I were younger, I would probably give myself a few more years to settle down. But I am not. And the risks for both mother and child go up as the mother gets older. So I guess, it’s really now or never.
I think I need some time to get used to the idea of having twins. So when they really come, I am able to embrace these little lives in my petite body.