Last year, Easter day (although it was almost two weeks later in the year calendar wise) was the last day I was pregnant.
That night I started feeling pressure, and the next morning was in full blown labor.
I'm somehow afraid it's going to happen again.
I thought it would be good to have the French visitors here to keep me busy leading up to the babies' birthday, but honestly-I need to lay around, and mope, and cry my heart out, and I can't. And that's hard-really, really hard. :(
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