A glimpse into the future...

You know you are a twin (or more) parent when:

You get excited when you see a buy one get one free sale.
It drives you crazy when you're singleton mom friends complain about being tired or how hard it is with one baby.
Every time you leave your house you feel like a D-list celebrity.
You can't leave your house without being stopped by random strangers.
You avoid going certain places because your double stroller won't fit.
You pick your grocery store based on whether their carts can hold 2 children.
You constantly have a mental tally in your head of who you held last, who pooed, who ate, etc.
You reheat the same cup of coffee 17 times before you finally finish it.
You can use your feet just as well as your hands.
You've mastered the skill of carrying two babies at the same time.
One days worth of bottles fills up most of your dishwasher.
While you're out you realize one child has 2 left shoes on and the other has on 2 right.
Your diaper bag has enough stuff in it to last a single baby an entire month.
You automatically multiply everything by 2.
You go to the dentist (your least favourite place) and you consider it a break.
Going anywhere with one baby seems too easy.
You never get a hot meal.
You're so scatterbrained that you put the milk in the cupboard and cereal in the fridge.
You have no time to go to the gym but after months of carrying your twins around your biceps look better than ever.
You can simultaneously feed a baby, bounce the other, talk on the phone and respond to emails.
A friend you haven't seen in months announces she's pregnant. You think to yourself "she must be in the middle of her second trimester" and she says "my doctor is going to induce me Monday if I don't go into labour this weekend".
You go out without your twins and people don't recognize you.
You have to do the kids' laundry every 2 days.
You base your decision on which car to buy on whether your stroller will fit.
You wish you could make 5 cents every time you're asked "are they twins" cause you know you would be a multi-millionaire.
People feel the need to ask you very personal questions such as "do twins run in your family"? Or "are they natural"?
When you see people struggling with one baby you think to yourself "I can do that with my eyes closed."
You take the babies out for the day and what you've packed looks like you're going away on vacation for a week.
You're constantly calling one by the others name and vise versa.
To be somewhere on time you need to start getting ready 3 hours before.
You start wondering what all the mothers with single babies do in their extra spare time.
You can no longer make it past 9 pm. In fact, the thought of it scares you.
You lie to your paediatrician about how often you bathe them. Every day? Of course.
You have an infinite amount of patience and energy and an incredible sense of humor.
Your living room looks like a BabieRUs.
You ask all your friends how their "babies" are doing instead of "baby".
You go to an appointment alone and have no problem waiting in the waiting room...forever!
You haven't been alone in your house since the day you came home from the hospital.
You discover a fully-fenced in park and don't care how long it takes you to drive there.
You spend your days either listening to hysterical laughter as they entertain each other or hysterical crying as they torture each other