One more week until I find out whether I’m preggers or whether I can start drinking again. Either way, I’m stoked!
The drugs I’m taking to help me ovulate increase the chance of having multiples (i.e., twins). My dad got really excited when I told him that. Two grandkids for the price of one. Can’t beat that. However, in my mind, having twins is the worst case scenario. Most people tend to say that it’s fine, not to worry, your body will accommodate. Your body can do amazing things.
Let’s do the math. As of this morning, I weighed 87 pounds. Let’s say I had twins each weighing 4 pounds. That’s 8 pounds total which is equivalent to almost 10% of my body weight. Who in the world gives birth to a baby that weighs 10% of her body weight? Not many! I can’t think of anything worse.
Adoption is looking very promising.