15 weeks on from the birth of my twin boys, I feel no different to any other mother. Seriously tired but enjoying every new experience that motherhood brings. Thinking back to the day I had my first scan I can laugh now. Like I laughed leading up to that fateful day. I remember someone who had IVF saying she was relieved when she had her first scan because there was only one little sprog in there. I remember giggling and thinking how funny that was; how far removed that idea was from me. The day of my first scan we joked about having twins. He, he, ha, ha. Being pregnant was alien enough so to think that there might be two was inconceivable (excuse the pun)! As I lay on the bed and the doc nonchalantly told us there were two, my heart sank. My partner said that he wished he could have taken a photo of my face. I think it was abject terror mixed with disbelief and lots of other extreme emotions. I had the same feeling when I was carried to the edge of the Bloukrans bridge, seconds before swan-diving off. But as I grew used to the idea a feeling of being a bit special seeped into the stress and anxiety. I am one of the 3% of women who have twins. I’ve never been anything that unusual before! Being pregnant was no fun but when they arrived a huge burden was lifted off my shoulders. Now I just get on with it and I LOVE IT!!