Dear Mama,
I don’t know if you found out in a way similar to me, in a dark ultrasound room, cool gel over my still mostly-flat stomach, my husband sitting in a chair near my feet.
“Congratulations!” the ultrasound tech said. Or maybe she said, “Surprise!” I no longer remember exactly how she began her announcement.
I am, however, 1000% confident in what she said next: “It’s twins!”
I started laughing. All I could think about was our mothers, both expecting their first grandchild, little knowing it was actually TWO.
My stomach didn’t stay flat for much longer. It grew and contorted, and then grew some more, impossibly more. Mine was lopsided, actually. My daughter, Baby B, wedged herself sideways on top of her brother, creating an egg shape around my enormous middle. It was nothing like the cute little basketballs I saw other expecting mamas carrying around.
Though of course none of this was like the other mamas I saw around me, those with “regular” pregnancies and singleton babies. I mentally compared motherhood to those I saw around me. It’s hard not to. None of this was anything like what my friends were going through.
Read the rest of my love letter to new twin mamas over on Mama Year One.