Greetings from hell — that’s, the third trimester of my high-risk being pregnant with fraternal twins. Not like each pregnant individual on Instagram who’s both waltzing round a meadow, cradling their bump in whole bliss, or sorting by way of stylish child decor someplace of their 7,000 sq. foot mansion, I’ve discovered being pregnant to be abhorrent.
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