Double Trouble

Twins! When Dr. C first told me with a huge grin... I was not surprised...at all. Weird I know, but I had a feeling. While F. thinks that I willed it to happen, I would argue that I simply have a sixth sense. What I feared most about a third was a fourth. "Why would that happen? That's ridiculous" F said. "How could this happen?" I asked Dr. C. Apparently it happens to 1% of the population and when it comes to medical statistics, I am a wonder. 1% of babies are born on their due date (go M!) 5% of microdiscectomy patients need to have the surgery again (June '09 and then Jan'10 baby). If you have a statistic or "chance of it happening" to share with me to make me feel better, spare me because I defy odds. Anyway, back to my double mint story... I imagined the doctor telling it was twins five minutes before she did and I then imagined vomiting on her (which I did not, fortunately for her, because I did barf all over an ob as she delivered M.). I was not thrilled to say the least. 4? WTF? Where do I put them? How do I manage them? The doctor immediately offered me a reduction (kind of like a price slash but a euphemism for selective abortion). I found this to be weird and insensitive. I had barely processed the confirmation of not only one, but two lives inside of me, and I was already being offered a way to make life more convenient. I say, don't fuck with nature. I wanted more kids and that is what I got. I believe in life unfolding as it should. I believe in accepting it as gracefully as possible. I believe that this will be a mother load (literally) of a challenge but that I will make it. I think these twins are a test and a gift to my children and family and that, in the end, I am one lucky mamma.