It just so happened that I had to lie to my husband. I know that relationships shouldn’t be built on lies, but I had no other choice. We weren’t planning for a fourth child, and I was certain that my husband would insist on me having an abortion.
We had only just started living a little better—I had finally returned to work after maternity leave. But those two lines on the test changed everything in an instant.
At my first ultrasound, I found out that I was expecting twins. Honestly, I felt faint right there in the doctor’s office. We already had three children, which meant that after this birth, we would have five.
How would we manage? How would we fit? Would my husband be able to support the family while I was stuck at home with the babies again?
Too many questions swirled in my head, but terminating the pregnancy was never an option for me.
Eventually, I confessed to my husband that I was pregnant, but I said nothing about the twins. He took the news calmly, but without enthusiasm. To gradually prepare him for the fact that we would be having not just one but two children, I came up with a little story:
– Today, at my doctor’s appointment, I ran into an old classmate. She’s expecting twins, and she already has three older children at home.
– Wow! Five kids—that’s too much. I have no idea how she’s going to handle that.
– What if I were having twins?
– Then you’d have an abortion. I wouldn’t be able to support that many kids. And I’d like to live for myself too, not just work endlessly.
Children need to be raised, provided for, and given a decent start in life.
In other words, if my husband had known the truth from the beginning, he would have insisted on terminating the pregnancy. That’s why I decided not to tell him anything—to avoid trouble. I started researching social programs, calculating what financial support we might be eligible for. In short, I was preparing for the worst.
I decided to take my husband with me to the second ultrasound. I couldn’t keep lying to him. That’s where he heard the news from the doctor’s mouth. Of course, at 20 weeks, an abortion was no longer an option.
I pretended to be just as surprised as he was. After all, early ultrasounds aren’t always accurate. My husband had no choice but to accept the reality, while our older children were thrilled to find out they would soon have two new siblings.
Last month, I gave birth to a baby boy and a baby girl. My husband adores them—he has never been this affectionate with our older children. We even managed to expand our home, thanks to an unexpected inheritance from a distant relative.
Financially, things have stabilized too. But my husband still doesn’t know the whole truth. I don’t want his anger to ruin our family’s happiness.
