It feels like only yesterday that I found out I was pregnant with you, my little sprogs, and now all of a sudden its week 27 and we're entering our final lap - the third trimester. Okay, admitedly I thought there was only one of you at first, but you kept hiding behind each other when the doctors listened for your heartbeats, so we only heard one of you.
I hope you're okay in there and not too squished. It feels like you are. It feels like you're squished right up against my lungs and my bladder. But I don't want you to come out yet...stay in there a little while longer so we can get make sure you guys have everything you need and we can organise the welcoming committee. I haven't bought any clothes for you yet, your cribs haven't arrived and your Gwamma Beanz and I are still trying to figure out when she should fly over to meet you. We have a lot of work to do, so just stay put for a few more months and then we should probably be ready for your grand entrance.
Love you both already and see you in a few months! I promise I'll have clothes for you by then and I will have convinced your daddy that the Peg Perego stroller is worth the money.
Your mummy
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Ohmigod! This one made me cry...
Ah mumma, you're such a softie. You're going to be a wreck when you meet these two, I can tell!
Here's hoping I am one tenth the mother that you are...
Love you to the moon and back.
Oh come on! How mushy can you get?! Jeez, talk about sucking up. All this cutesy stuff makes me want to earl...
love davykins
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