Pregnancy, a fantastic time in which your beloved one's belly grows nicely day by day. After the news there is another reason (or maybe a couple of reasons) to love life, to protect the natural environment, to be nice to people. We have been blessed.
Yes we have. But not in the ways we expected. Pregnancy can be a tough time. For the wife and I it was tougher because of HG (I bet you have not heard of it). The romantic ideal of growing the family hit a first bump when the nurse (I wont name names) scared us by saying: having twins is not easy. You need an extra pair of hands. It is going to be expensive putting food on the table for two more.
This is from someone who with the best of intentions wanted to warn us. I now realise that she was partly right. Not only one but many pairs of helping hands would have been great. But too much worry about finances was draining me. I worked my socks off last summer to earn some extra cash. This was on top of looking after the wife who had HG. By the end of the summer I was completely exhausted, also because of the London Olympics which were 'calling me' to use the tickets that we had bought with anticipation. Luckily some friends came to the rescue. Still I recall last summer as one of the most eventful and tiring of my life.
Lessons to be learn? Well, having twins is a great thing. But I took too seriously the advice. In this country there is no middle ground when it comes to advice on life. Either people panic (I tend to be one of them) or there is no useful advice whatsoever. If anything can be passed on to future twin dads as a useful advice is this: Do not panic. Just focus on one thing at a time. You are not a super dad. No you are not. You are just a human being. You will do your best to put foot on the table. And if you can enlist family to help you, the better. I could not do it, but I have just a few good friends. Wish could have more...
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