First, I was bleeding like a stuck pig. And wearing a pad every day to catch your blood waterfall does not really scream "SUCCESSFUL PREGNANCY, REJOICE!"
Next, the ultrasound people could not see a membrane separating the twins. So I was all, Bad Things Might Happen, Do Not Get Excited, etc.
Then, I got sick. Like...really fucking sick. All day and all night and then I randomly threw up and then I totally understood all those assholes who hated being pregnant and I totally take back all the middle fingers I threw at your blogs and replace them with fist bumps and nods of solidarity. Infinity. Ad Nauseam.
Now...I'm hungry. Starving, actually. And I feel better. And there's a
We find out on October 7 if the
After we find out, project Shop Until My Vagina Explodes will commence. And so I need your help: what on earth does one need to survive newborn twins? I mean, besides Xanax and copious amounts of wine. What do I buy in doubles? What kind of stroller? WHAT THE DEVIL?
Give me your assvice, people. All of it. I will be waiting with bated breath, but only because I will be shoving food in my mouth and will not take many breaks for breathing. But still. I'd like your advice.
|So cute, you can't even get mad when she wipes a booger on your work clothes.|
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