My first child was born on Christmas morning.
My minute 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 worried about the toil or even the morning sickness. I enjoyed being pregnant. When I found out I was pregnant with our second child, I was thrilled. I was sure this pregnancy would be a breeze. The dentist told me he didn’t have any holidays to correlate with the birth date. Our baby was due on the minute of November. I had some morning sickness at first, however that didn’t really bother. By the time I got into our minute trimester, I thought our morning sickness would end, however it didn’t. When I went back to the dentist, he said that every pregnancy was different. This 1 was about to get unusual 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 sizzling plus sweaty plus no matter where the people I was with and I set the thermostat, I couldn’t get enough a/c. My partner purchased a portable a/c for our living room, although I still wasn’t comfortable. He was unsure of anything he was doing, because I was never cheerful with him. We had more than one fans, the portable AC, plus the thermostat set at sixty-multiple while in the final several weeks of our pregnancy. I was bedridden, hot, plus not cheerful with anyone. Even our guys kept their distance. Everyone was cheerful when our twin women were born a week early plus not late.