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Pouring another glass of orange juice, and reaching for a sour sweet, it was a combination that I’d been craving. I’d had a sweet tooth before, but now I really couldn’t get enough.
Something that my fiancé Chris, now 31, was going to have to get used to.
As after just one month of trying, in October 2021, we’d fallen pregnant.
But at our early six-week scan, we’d received a double shock.
‘You’re having twins!’ the sonographer revealed.
Despite being thrilled, as we’d always wanted two children, the news sent me into an immediate panic.
I’m going to have a massive stomach during summer.
Telling my mum, Madeline, my step-mum, Michelle, my sister, Lucy, and my dad, Paul, they were all over the moon.
Plus, Chris’ mum, Jane, and dad, Dave, were thrilled, too.
Experiencing a smooth first trimester, Chris and I didn’t rush to buy baby bits.
Finding out