I am writing this blog forever changed. Changed in a way that I barely recognise myself from the young girl who had no knowledge of what life and the universe can do to you. Changed to never enjoy the blissful naivety of a smooth pregnancy.  Before this change though, we were that smug couple who conceived quickly, and I admit, we were sucked in. Racing ahead to how we would announce it. Names. Prams. All that jazz. (You know, that fairytale of pregnancy you assume you get handed after seeing those two lines?). We floated in that bubble for a while, then went to an early 6 week scan to get some painful twinges checked out. ‘There’s one, and there’s the other one. It’s twins’. Such casual words that were said by the sonographer as she confirmed all looked fine. But words that would change our lives forever. We were having twins. ‘I am Beyoncè’ I declared to my husband, as we stood in the empty lift that took us back to the hospital car park. (I was shitting myself in all honesty, but humour is where I go to when I don’t know what to say.)