After the last post I thought I’d not post the one I was planning on lest G have to apologize for me again. So I thought I’d try to lighten it up a little (at least for one post.)

I know a lot of the guys out there dream of women pregnant with massive numbers of babies. Some off the charts.  Some possible like 4 or so.

I would like twins.

It’s a common fanfiction cliche to have their pairing have twins because they can’t decide whether to give them a girl or a boy. So they give them both. The girl ends up looking like the mother and the boy like the father. I don’t think I could really care less about genders.

I think identical would be adorable. None of that rhyming name retardation though. I once had a teacher with twin boys named Bryan and Ryan.  Why would you do this?  Top it off by dressing them the same it’s just like having one kid.

But wanting twins isn’t about the mental harm I could inflict on them by named them Arsenic and Alice. No, it’s that twin pregnancies get bigger fast and can still last as long. No 6 month pregnancies on bed rest that can product sick children. I want to prance around in public and have to ward people away from touching me. I want to let my significant other field the questions while I partake of Coldstone’s Birthday Cake Ice cream.

I want there to be no mistaking me for someone who carries their fat in the wrong places. I want to wear my maternity clothes out and not care.  Then when they are thread bare I can go to my lover’s closet and wear his silly T shirts.

Mostly, with one or 12, I want to know what it’s like.  I want to feel the movements and stress out my man trying to let him feel but nothing moves when he gets close.  I want to do stupid things like belly painting or henna. Make a belly cast and not know what to do with it. Take photos ever day and make a big flip book. And I’ll know NEVER post any of them on any sites if I want to share them with friends.

I don’t, however, ever want to dress as a pregnant nun. Nor am I looking forward to being sick for any amount of time, but at least I know if I am I will have someone to hold my hair and make me cookies afterward.