Everyone who has told me how awful it will be, how I'll be utterly dependent on outside help and drowning for the first year. I'm sure they're right but it's not bloody helpful
Right. Let me tell you something right now. The kind of people who say things to this, are jealous. Or those dicks who like to bring others down to make them feel better.
I had the fear of God in me, by people coming out with this shit. "Ooh, I don't envy you...sleepless nights forever...wow, good luck!....don't expect to leave the house for the first 6 months"
Now think about it. If something happens to someone, and it's genuinely bad, you offer apologies, sympathy. This is people being catty. My friend for example, is very wealthy, and very lovely. The number of times I hear people make snide comments about him though. Simply because he has something, that they don't.
I'm not saying everyone is jealous of twins. But the ones who actively make these twatty comments to your face are. And I'll tell you what they never are. Other mothers of twins, who actually know what they're talking about. Always the ones with an opinion on everything, yet feck all actual life experience.
Sorry if I'm ranting. I know what these people did to me. I didn't enjoy my pregnancy because of them. They made me feel like my life would be a nightmare, and my pregnancy was now a countdown to that. And that's what's they're doing to you.
My twins, are categorically the best thing that has ever happened to me. They are easier than a singleton in many ways. I was out shopping with them 10 days post birth. Far from it being a life of drudgery and sacrifice, I actually can't bear to put them into nursery (I need to, for their socialising, and so I can do some me things, but I'm deliberately dragging it out) and have kept them at home with me. DS went at 3 months because I needed a break. I just don't need a break from them, they entertain each other, and it's incredible to watch their interactions.
Oh, don't get me wrong, they fight. An instant sibling from the start to irritate, poke, and run off with their favourite toy, or whip a biscuit from the others hand. This is 5% of the time. And honestly, it's quite funny. Seeing one bolt down the hallway, waving a biscuit, victorious as the other zips past a few seconds after, to get their biscuit back.
I am not a knackered, burnt out mum. I am so lucky that nature chose me, to have these two. They make my life better in every way. It's not all champagne and skittles, of course not, no child is. But I (and DH) literally could have written your post. And if only I knew then, what I know now.
Congratulations. Twins are the best xx