Yesterday we went for a long walk around Kits Beach. Since it wasn’t raining, everyone in Vancouver was out and about. People walking their dogs, people running, people sipping their lattes, people gossiping with their friends, people playing volleyball, people playing frisbee and people with children.
We passed a couple with a double stroller and two sleeping babies. Twins we assumed. As the stroller passed us by Andrew pondered out loud, What if we had twins? He smiled and looked at me. I am guessing at this moment he was hoping to look at me and see the same smile, for us to think the same happy future parenting thought, and to discuss out loud about the joys of having not one, but two bundles of joy at once.
“The thought of twins terrifies me,” I blurted out. Well it’s true. This was not the reply he was expecting.
“But think about it,” he began, “With two at once, you get them out of the way. Done deal.”
My eyes widen in disbelief. Did he actually just say that? Done deal? For who? I think. My mind flashes to girlfriends of mine with newborns and the tired, exhausted look on their faces, the conversations about baby rashes, the crying, screaming, pooping and breast-feeding and he wants two at once? Of course I don’t know parenting from first hand experience but my second hand knowledge combined with hollywood movies and stories my mom has shared about me as a child are enough for me to conclude…”Maybe we should get a dog first.”