My husband and I have been married for four years now. Our closest friends know that we have been praying for twins. We were told more than a thousand times that it would be crazy to raise twins. But we were not discouraged. In fact, we already have names for them: Jose Luis and Isabel. Instead of being called Daddy and Mommy, Paul and I would want to be called Nanay and Tatay, in celebration of our Filipino roots.
It was only in the past few months that the desire to be a mother has become so intense to be ignored. I feel there’s something brewing inside of me, a feeling that I cannot fully comprehend. It seems that every inch of me is aching for motherhood. Continue reading