When we first found out that we were expecting, my mind went directly to twin stuff. I had no known history of twins in my family, or his. But for some reason, that was the only thing I wanted to look at.
5 weeks later, we found out we were carrying two precious babies who were most likely identical because of their placement in the womb.
Less than three weeks later, we found out one of them (baby A) wasn't going to make it because she had anoncephaly. Our beautiful baby wasn't going to make it... And worse, if she died in an uncontrolled way, our other baby would die as well...
We had to make the decision to terminate our precious daughter (we found out the gender via amniocentesis at 16 weeks)
Now, over 18 weeks later, I can barely even look at the twin section anywhere. It hurts to think about. The worst part though, are the people that INSIST that I'm having twins. They insist that the other one must have been missed. They are meant to be innocent comments, but it hurts like crazy and makes me cry all of the time.
Sorry for the rant, I just felt a little overwhelmed and needed to write it all out. Thank you for reading this post