This is what it's like to be an 'interim parent.'
I'm trying desperately to be respectful of the person speaking to me, but my husband keeps texting me.
First he sends me a selfie of him with Rafi*, then it's an account of who stopped him on his way into the NICU. Then he suggests I take a selfie with Jillian* so he can post them side-by-side on Facebook and boast that we finally have two babies.
People will ask if they're twins, I'm sure. But they're not twins. In fact, the babies aren't even ours.