Thank you all so much for your lovely comments and congratulations, they mean the world to both me and N.So, when I said that I wrote the previous some weeks ago I wasn't kidding. I wrote it 13 weeks ago, when we thought we were having a baby. A baby as opposed to two babies.
Twins. Two. More than one. A litter.Readers, meet Widdle and Puke....That there on the bottom is Widdle and at the top (with the doughnut) is Puke. Say hello babies.Of course they're quite significantly bigger now. Which is to say that they don't look like sleeping hamsters any more. They have fingers (ten each. Score!) and toes (we couldn't count those, they were moving to fast. Any number will do as long as the Peonies Family webbed feet don't make an appearance. You think I'm joking don't you?) and arms and legs and tiny flickering baby hearts.Widdle likes to suck fingers and Puke likes to kick Widdle in the head.Twins readers! Twins!**Appropriate responses to the news that someone is having twins include but are not limited to:"Oh my God, twins!!!!!" , "Holy shitballs P! Twins!!!!" , "Twins! What a blessing" and chin wobbling happy tears."rather you than me" , "Oh my God, twins. (no exclamation mark)" , "double trouble" and "a woman in my office had twins, and well.... (raised eyebrows and small shake of the head)" are all shitbag things to say and will earn you a poke in the eye with a sharp stick.(We've heard all of the above so far. People are assholes.)