Sitting in the doctor’s office, I held my hubby Christopher’s hand. I was 12 weeks pregnant for the second time, and it was my first scan.
While the doctor was telling us about the baby on the screen, I couldn’t help but notice something else in the corner. A white, bean shape.
‘And here’s baby number two,’ the doctor said. ‘You’re having twins.’
Christopher, 39, and I stared at each other.
‘Twins!’ I squealed.
I think on some level, I expected it.
My family has something of a history with twins… My grandmother, Joyce, was a twin, and she gave birth to my dad, Kevin, 60, and his twin brother, Keith.
Then came me and my identical twin sister, Sherrill.
When I had my seven-year-old son, Bentley, I assumed the…