OK. What I find slightly irritating at the moment, is the complete lack of understanding about the difference between carrying (and caring for, as I’m sure I’m soon to discover) one and two babies.
A very familiar conversation goes a little like this. People ask how I am, (often commenting that I look well, which I find hard to believe with my bad hair, frumpy clothes, dark eye circles and iffy skin) and I reply that I’m OK, things are generally good, I’m just quite exhausted much of the time, and struggle with simple everyday tasks due to lack of energy. I then get the reply, ‘Oh yes, Sarah/Anna/Michelle was very tired, yes, it is tiring.’ But if I remember rightly, (and I most certainly do) Sarah, Anna and Michelle carried ONE baby at a time; they were PREGNANT, not carrying a bloody litter as I am.
People really seem to think they know what this is like – they don’t, unless they’ve done it. If I ever meet a mother of triplets or more, permission to shoot me if I make the same error and believe I understand slightly what such a pregnancy might be like.