Why are they both trying to get under my ribs? I think someone kicked a lung yesterday. Supposedly Baby A should be down low by now, getting ready for the big escape. He's going the wrong way! He is also still feet first. If only I had gotten him a GPS for Christmas: "Go South 5 inches. Turn over. Exit." Of course he's not going to ask for directions (men).
But seriously, I am so excited for them to come out. I can't wait anymore! I just want to hold them and everything else. Good and bad- or should I say icky? Can't wait. But I will because it is for the best. These babies are going to be huge! For twins, anyway.
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