I've been meaning to comment on this post. Even if, heaven forbid, you ended up with twins, you would do okay. I always said I wanted "two kids, maybe a third eventually", and then I had Micah. And realized that I hated having a newborn. I loved my son, of course, but the newborn stage is awful. In a total reversal from the first round of trying for a baby, when Pete got cold feet, I started reconsidering whether I wanted to go through all that again. Pete said it would probably take awhile to get knocked up, like it did the first time, but NO! I got knocked up the first month, with twins. D: D: D: You figure it out though. The same with Downs, I imagine. Which, by the way, was one of my biggest fears the second time around, before I found out it was twins! Chances of either are pretty slim though. ;)