In fact, there have been a lot of mentions of twins from those in my real life as well.
It turns out; everyone wants to see me pop out two babies! What are you, a bunch of sadists?
I’m only half kidding. I would actually love twins. Growing up I always said I wanted twins; identical preferably. I just thought it would be so much fun!
I also know that a lot of women who are trying to conceive through fertility treatments hope for twins. In some women’s minds, getting two at once would mean that they wouldn’t have to go through the pain and heartache of trying to conceive again. Their babies would already have siblings.
I can absolutely see the thought process there. IVF isn't cheap, and two for the price of one is a tempting offer.
Last week I was making eggs for breakfast, and when I cracked the shell of one I realized it was a double yolk.
I love eggs. I really do. But I cannot handle weirdness about my eggs. Double yolks, or that nasty little white growth that is sometimes there are both just too much for me to deal with. I don’t like being forced to remember that my breakfast is technically the beginning of life in the Chicken world. It’s the same reason I don’t like bones in my meat (which, by the way, I am doing fabulous with! I have made halibut, chicken, and salmon for myself in the last two weeks and while I didn’t love any of it, I also didn’t die trying to eat it.) I just don’t like being reminded that what I am eating woulda been, coulda been, or shoulda been alive.
I’m a hippie like that.
So the site of a double yolk forced me to have to scramble my eggs, even though I prefer over easy.
As I complained about my bizarre egg anomaly throughout the day I received several comments about the fact that it could be a sign I am going to have twins.
I decided it was time to put my foot down and lay this twins rumor to rest.
I hate to disappoint you all, but there will be no double yolk in this baby oven.
Let’s be serious for a minute people. Babies are expensive. Like, really expensive. And I’m blowing 1/3 of my annual salary right out the gate just to make my baby. I’m going to be paying that bill off for the next 5 years, so I really can’t imagine funding a family of 3 on top of that. Plus, did we all forget the “single” part of “single infertile female”? I would love twins, but it’s scary enough to imagine parenting one infant all by myself. Two would be terrifying!
Because of the lovely Octomom (and all the many stories of multiples and fertility treatments out there) a lot of people seem to think that multiple embryo implantations are normal with IVF. The truth is though, for a woman my age doing a fresh cycle – only implanting one embryo is the norm. Many women choose to do two, but according to my doctor one is the standard protocol.
I actually didn’t know that myself, and when this all began I asked my doctor if only implanting one would really cut my chances for success. I was worried it would, but I had thought so much about this and decided that I needed to be responsible to some extent. I didn’t think it would be smart to literally put all my eggs in one basket. I decided that I would rather risk not being successful, than risk taking on more than I could handle.
When my doctor told me that she would only have recommended one embryo for me anyways though, there was a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. There are some concerns about the damage endo has done to my kidneys and bladder (and how my body will handle a pregnancy with a single baby, let alone with two), but mostly she just told me that it is the normal practice.
And this is one instance where I am all for “normal”.
So ladies and gentlemen, the visions of twins in my future can be put to rest for the time being. As much as I would love two little babies in my arms, it just isn’t in the cards for me. I am choosing to be smart when it comes to how many buns are going in my oven.
There will be no double yolk.
