I feel gobsmacked. I can’t have twins, I’m not even 5ft, it would destroy me. I ask Anna, because I trust her to both tell me the truth and make everything better.
“Anna do you remember my mother being pregnant?” she nods because of course she remembers but I feel like she’s placating me, to get me to calm down.
Back when my mother was having the twins Anna and I were joined at the hip and my mother was as big as a house. “Anna do you remember how sick she was? Did she have extra sickness because it was twins?”
“Come on Katy don’t be worrying yourself now, most women get morning sickness” out the corner of my eye I see Alex whip out his phone and within seconds he is asking his brother to book a scan for us.
Anna helps me wash my hair, although I make her move the apple shampoo bec
