And then, there were three…
Lately, I’ve been peeing a lot on sticks. The first time I was pretty confident that I must have done it wrong:

But there’s no denying my second attempt a couple of days later:

Yep, I’m pregnant.
Xanthe wants a girl, Xavier want’s a boy. Their dad want’s twins gulp. I would just like it potty trained and sleeping through the night when it arrives. And, perhaps, just this once, it might come with a set of instructions?
Fingers crossed!
