So Rayna has been preggas. Very, very preggas. She was waddling around almost as wide as she is tall, about to print herself a t-shirt ‘No! I’m not having twins!’ when at last things began to move. After an experience I have no hope of fully comprehending but which one mother I know has described as “like having a stampede of horses running through your guts for hours”, a beautiful little girl emerged into the world.
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Then, to EVERYONE’s surprise, two little feet followed, and eventually out came a little boy.
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WHAT THE FUCK!!? We all know Rayna is an over-achiever but honestly!
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Because of the nature of his birth things were a bit scary-hairy for the wee fella for a while. Rayna, her partner Karl, elder daughter Tara and all who love that awesome family have been through a gumut of emotions; awe, wonder, shock, fear, hope, and love, love, love. I am so very spectacularly happy to be able to report that both the twins are now at home and doing super. Tough genes.
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I’m extra specially happy in light of a deal I made with Rayna while she was still preggas. When she announced that this would absolutely be the last time she was ever with child I sulked - her first kid is so ace I would have liked her to breed a whole army. Well, I hope it’s twins then, I said to which she replied “If it’s twins, you’re keeping one!”. Therefore, as Rayna is a woman of her word, I now have a baby. Fuckin choice.