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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