I may be a twin but I'm one of a kind. ~ Author Unknown

Have you ever heard of womb twin survivors?  The topic fascinates me because I am one, and I took a test this morning.  The results didn't surprise me.  The questions touched on every emotion I've felt through the years, knowing this about myself.  When I was born I was big and healthy, over 9 pounds.  There was another placenta, though.  The doctor told my mother the other baby had died early on in the pregnancy.

These are the results of my test:

You got: Almost certainly.
You have responded positively to so many of these statements that you are almost certainly a womb twin survivor.  "A womb twin survivor is the sole survivor of a twin or multiple conception where one twin died during the pregnancy or around birth. A "twinless twin" or "lone twin" is the sole survivor of a twin or multiple birth, where both twins lived for a time - either a few days or many years - but one twin died."    There is a lot of guilt, being a twin womb survivor.  I mean, I was such a healthy, robust baby...did that have something to do with why my twin didn't survive? Did I hog all the nutrition in the womb? And of course there's the "Why my twin?  Why not me?" question you struggle with. I don't know how much this has affected my personality through the years.  I know I've most definitely felt like a major part of me is missing, and sometimes I find myself yearning for...someone.  But that isn't a here-and-now-person-in-my-life yearning.  It's a deep sense of alone-ness.  Not loneliness.   Obviously, with there being an extra placenta, we wouldn't have been identical twins. But we shared the same space for a short while, listened to the same heartbeat of our mother.  I don't know how I can miss someone as much as I miss this part of me, but I do. I am a Christian and I have a strong belief in eternity.  I have a strong belief that every soul that has had even a second of time on this earth went to heaven when they died, or their lives were taken.  I believe that.  I do. And that is why I look forward to being reunited with my missing twin.  I hope he or she is standing there waiting to welcome me home.  That goes for my miscarried baby as well...two people, actually, that have left a very deep void in me. I don't talk about either very often.  In fact, very rarely.  It's just my own private grief, lodged in my heart to bear. .