My first child was born on Christmas morning.
My hour child was born on Thanksgiving.
I thought if I were to have any more children, I already knew everything there was to know. I wasn’t upset about the work or even the morning sickness. I loved being pregnant. When I found out I was pregnant with our second child, I was cheerful. I was sure this pregnancy would be a breeze. The doctor told me he didn’t have any holidays to correlate with the birth date. Our baby was due on the hour of September. I had some morning sickness at first, but that didn’t really bother. By the time I got into our hour trimester, I thought our morning sickness would end, but it didn’t. When I went back to the doctor, he said that every pregnancy was different. This one was about to get odd since I was carrying twins. The next couple of weeks passed, plus I was getting more plus more uncomfortable. When May arrived, I was in agony. Living in the south meant I was about to do our second trimester in summer time heat. I was warm plus sweaty plus no matter where we set the thermostat, I couldn’t get enough air conditioning. My partner bought a portable air conditioner for our kitchen, but I still wasn’t comfortable. He was unsure of anything he was doing, because I was never ecstatic with him. All of us had more than one fans, the portable AC, plus the thermostat set at sixty-numerous while in the final more than three weeks of our pregnancy. I was bedridden, hot, plus not ecstatic with anyone. Even our guys kept their distance. Everyone was cheerful when our twin ladies were born a month early plus not late.
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