So, I was at work on Friday the 13th and things were just a little weird. I felt a little nauseous and had trouble focusing. My co-workers convinced me to call the doctor! The doctor told me to go to Labor and Delivery. Feeling a little annoyed....I jumped in my car and headed to the hospital. I called Frankie and told him not to worry - this is not a big deal at all. Next thing I knew I was hooked up to all kinds of 'stuff' to help prevent the little girls from coming into this world. Didn't they know it's still way to early??
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