Expect the worst…prepare for unmitigated disaster…

Most of my friends would describe me as a worrier; in an affectionate way of course, e.g. “she’s super fit, hilarious and occasionally worries about really cool stuff”. Since the boys arrived on the scene my worries have got even cooler and not at all bat shit crazy. Over the course of a week I had the following irrational musings:

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The Mum Friend

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Post NCT cocktails?

One of the first things to consider when you get pregnant is if any of your pre-existing (girl)friends is in the same boat. Who will be your co-explorer through the jungle of childbirth/rearing? Who will be your maternity leave sidekick, your partner in crime…who will know exactly how you feel at all hours of the day during this impending upheaval? Husband/Boyfriend? (No…they are uterus-less weaklings).  This is a job for female(s).

In all likelihood, your mates aren’t going to get impregnated the same week as you, so you need to look elsewhere.  You have been warned…you must get some Mum Friends.

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two eggs, one sperm

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Three weeks before shock early birth…

I found out I was having twins on a cold evening in January while my husband played 5-aside.

I didn’t feel pregnant at all, so to be told there were two in there felt like I was being punk’d – I cried at the thought of my poor body being ravaged by the imminent onset of stretch marks.

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