Irish Twins?

I was recently introduced to a new term, ‘irish twins.’ Apparently it refers to siblings that have 12 months or less between their birthdays. I read an article about a woman doing this intentionally. If you can’t conceive twins, make your own!

Hmmmm…..I’ll let you ponder that for a moment.

You would have a one, to possibly three, month old baby and get pregnant again. Okay…still pondering……have you pondered enough to come to the same conclusion as I have?

She’s crazy!

The woman mentioned having a brother who was just 11 months older than her and how close she was to him. Alright, I get that. It would have been pretty nice to have my sister be only one year older than me. We probably would have been even closer and shared more, without twin competition. On the other side, we were able to have our own friends, our own lives, and ultimately became our own people. But, that’s enough of the children’s point of view. I am thinking like a parent!

I cannot even fathom the idea of getting pregnant right now, nonetheless being three, four, or even five months pregnant! It kind of scares me just thinking about it. In fact, I’m paranoid about it. I am always thinking I’m pregnant now-a-days anyway; this article just makes it worse.

“My boob is sore. Oh god, I’m pregnant!”

(Side note: yes, I say boob and not breast. I am just telling it like I really think it.)

“That candle is really strong. Wait, Heath, is that candle strong to you?”

Even when I feel a random rumbles of gas sometimes, I think – “What if I were like one of those ladies on ‘I didn’t know I was Pregnant’ and I have been pregnant for months now?” Even thinking it, a look of shock comes to my face. I quickly come down from that insanity though, because I am regular in the monthly visitor department. I know, too much information.

I just find it very intriguing that I have daydream-mares (it’s a mix of day dreaming and nightmares), about the same thing that this woman wanted to do. I literally ask Heath all the time, “What would you do if I got pregnant right now?”

His response is always the same, “There is nothing we could do; but, it would be crazy.”

I think he purposely strays the subject, to not scare himself. I envision that he is having a future PowerPoint playing in his head at that very moment. Pictures flash: a sleep-deprived Cori holding a crying newborn and a sleep-deprived Heath holding Lucy, Lucy using her new bottom teeth to chew on her siblings arm, and the pit of a house we would live in, because cleaning/picking-up would never get done.

Dramatic again, I know – but that’s what daydream-mares are!

In the end, I came up with a very politically correct response to the article: “It’s just not for us.” Then I feel the need to add, “on purpose,” to the end of that. Because, let’s be honest, it could happen to anyone on accident – even me.

I find some comfort in knowing that some women do it on purpose and enjoy it though. Well then heck, I can totally do it. I’m supermom remember? Okay, not so much; but, thank goodness I have Heath and family on my side.

“Irish twins” – hmm....pondering again…..and all I can do is shake my head back and forth. No, thank you.