How I Feel about Twins

You know what? I do feel better today, and I will go forth and spread the love as soon as I publish this post. I actually feel somewhat like my old self again. Granted, it’s just the slightly-less-depressed old self of a few weeks ago, but any improvement is welcome.

To celebrate, a post that isn’t mopey or whining about my immediate situation!

I just read Keiko’s post about the possibility of parenting twins, with a side note about gender preference. Since I even had a discussion about twins with a friend of mine this morning, I thought I’d delve into my feelings about it.

I’ll just dive right in. I would love to have twins. I already stay home (mostly), so we wouldn’t be sacrificing an income to keep them out of daycare. We could clothe them and feed their gaping maws.

Plus, y’know, it’d be one for each of us, so we wouldn’t have to share, just swap out when we got bored. And I can’t even imagine the schemes my husband would come up with for telling them apart if they’re identical. Trust me, hilarity would ensue.

Mostly, though, after six years of trying, I just don’t have it in me to keep going and going. I think about it, and I know I can’t do this much longer. Any successful pregnancy would be happily ever after, The End. Twins would just be icing on the cake.

And if we get more than two at once, my mom said we’re always welcome to come live in her six bedroom house where she only has one child left in the nest. Then we’d just have to worry about alligators eating our babies…

Now, as to gender preference, I would like a boy. But I don’t know if I could handle two boys. I never considered that part of having twins, although most of the name pairings we throw out there for fun are masculine.

It’s fun to speculate, though, right?