Technically, this has less to do with me and more to do with my mother.

When my mother was pregnant with me, she didn’t even know she was pregnant until 7 months into the pregnancy.

I know what you’re probably thinking: “How did my mom not realize she was pregnant for that long?”, because I wondered this too.

But apparently, according to my mom, I was not growing in her stomach, I somehow moved and was laying flat in her back, so she really didn’t notice any significant weight gain.

So when she scheduled a visit to the doctor, because she was feeling oddly sick, the doctor had her do an X-ray/sonogram, and the nurse came in with the results and said to my mom: “We figured out the issue; Congratulations, you’re pregnant with twins!”

“What?? TWINS‽” My mother exclaimed in confusion, “No, that can’t be right. I can’t take care of twins right now!”

And the nurse said “but ma’am, the results show two babies, look!” And my mom told me sure enough, there were two babies in the pictures.

This was in December 2003. In February 2004, I was born.

Just me though. My twin didn’t make it: the womb absorbed them. Apparently the technical term for that is Vanishing Twin Syndrome.

But hey, it worked out perfectly: my mom told the doctors when she was about to give birth “I am only leaving out of here with one baby!” and she got her wish.

I delivered my own child. Wife went for a snooze and somehow woke up deep in labour. No way we were going to make the hospital. Young and very nervous sounding lad talked me through it on the phone. I was glad it wasn’t my first time experiencing the birthing process because that took a lot of stress out of it.

There were no complications and it all went smoothly. She’s 16 now.

At the time I was mod of a parenting community that nearly lost it’s shit hahaha.

The fire brigade arrived about two minutes after the baby.

On the very same day my son’s best friend’s parents had to deliver their baby on the side of the road because they didn’t make the hospital!