When I first found out I was pregnant I had the strange feeling I was having twins. Part of this was admittedly ‘wishful thinking’, but it’s stuck with me up until today.
Today I am exactly 11 weeks pregnant. I haven’t put on a single pound, I have no bump and even though I’ve had nausea and extreme tiredness, I recall having the same with my other two single pregnancies. So today I’ve basically accepted that I’m not carrying two. It’s pretty obvious and I’d be lying if I said I thought otherwise. My chances of having twins are low, as I don’t fall into any of the categories that suggest I have more of a chance than the next person and yet, a little part of me is selfishly disappointed.
We already have two beautiful and healthy children and, if I’m honest, we can’t really afford twins, neither do we have the room. I don’t understand why I am being so selfish and I feel guilty for wanting more than one baby.
I’m just disappointed in myself for thinking like this. I’m sure once I have my scan in a week or so I’ll be over the moon to see my little baby, but for now I feel like such an ungrateful person. I have a cousin who is having trouble conceiving and she would give so much just for one baby. I just feel bad. What is wrong with me?! 