My first child was born on Christmas day.
- My second 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 labor or even the morning sickness. I loved being pregnant. When I found out I was pregnant with my third child, I was thrilled. 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 second of August. I had some morning sickness at first, but that didn’t really bother. By the time I got into my second trimester, I thought my 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 different since I was carrying twins. The next couple of months passed, and I was getting more and more uncomfortable. When May arrived, I was in agony. Living in the south meant I was about to do my third trimester in summer heat. I was hot and sweaty and no matter where we set the thermostat, I couldn’t get enough air conditioning. My husband bought a portable air conditioner for our bedroom, but I still wasn’t comfortable. He was unsure of anything he was doing, because I was never happy with him. We had two fans, the portable AC, and the thermostat set at sixty-five during the final four weeks of my pregnancy. I was bedridden, hot, and not happy with anyone. Even my boys kept their distance. Everyone was glad when our twin girls were born a week early and not late.