I’m a grumpy, bleary-eyed, thirty-something-year-old wife and a new mother to twin girls. I have dark circles under my eyes, vomit in my hair and my legs haven’t seen a razor in weeks. Lately I live in my pyjamas and I
sometimes often forget whether I’ve brushed my teeth or not.
And just for the record:
– No, twins do not run in my family.
– I did not require IVF.
– They are not identical.
– I had a vaginal birth.
– How lovely that your late husband’s sister’s neighbour’s second cousin’s gardener’s mother’s brother’s wife’s cousin twice-removed also had twins but, quite frankly, I don’t care! (But since I’m Canadian, I’ll smile politely while you relate this to me.)
– Yes, I am able to breastfeed both of them. Yes, at the same time. Thank you for your concern, but I can assure you my milk supply is quite fine.
– I don’t know how I do it either, but I have no choice!
So now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, welcome to my blog! Grab a cup of coffee and make yourselves comfy. It’s going to be a long ride.