I'm no stranger to be stopped twenty times during a five minute shopping trip. Something about twins fascinates people. I get the allure, I really do. When we see another multiple family I just smile at them.
But anyhow my cashier today asks me how old the girls are and I tell her. She then goes on to tell me her daughters friend had just had a set of twin girls yesterday. She then says, " So how far along are you?"
Embarrassedly I told her I wasn't pregnant. (Here I was thinking I looked great! Being only 3 lbs from my goal "healthy" weight, I've felt better than ever lately..until today.)
She says, "Oh, well you will be soon. I can just sense it. I told my daughter the same thing a few weeks ago and she told me she wasn't too. She called me a week later and told me she was. I mean it! You will be!"
I wasn't sure what to say so I said, "We hope so."
She says, " You're trying?"
I told her we were, and had been for about a year and a half now. "It's not easy for us," I say.
She again tells me that I will be soon and not to be surprised.
I walked away smiling but wasn't sure if I should've been offended or flattered by the whole thing.
Truth is we're on our third round of clomid. It's been extremely hard on me. I mean, several breakdowns hard. It's such a catch 22 feeling. I almost feel selfish for wanting another baby when I have two beautiful girls already. But Luke doesn't feel like our family is complete.
We originally agreed to only do 3 rounds of clomid. But idk. He seems so set on continuing if this one fails too.
Something I guess we're going to have to discuss.