One of my very best friends, Fertile Myrtle, reminded me today of her
pregnancies. She has two adorable little guys (my "nephews") and she has
not had one single bit of trouble conceiving. She got off the pill and
was pregnant before she even had a period. Twice. Bitch. Kidding. Kinda.
It was so easy for Myrtle, but I have other friends who spent years
trying, miscarrying, and trying again. The thought of a miscarriage
scares the crap out of me, which is why no one will know I'm pregnant
until the 12 weeks mark AT THE EARLIEST. As I get older, the threat
scares me even more.
I'm also afraid of the possibility of multiples. I'm going to be an
old(er) mom AND twins run in my family. Yikes. Not that I wouldn't love
to have two babies, it's just that my body won't like me if I try to
carry two babies at once. I have a whole host of health issues that will
be complicated by twins. Hell, they'll be more complicated with ONE
baby at a time.
