Sophia
At thirty-eight weeks pregnant, I was so over being pregnant. I was uncomfortable and ready to be done. Clara was in the same boat as me. Both of our due dates ended up being within days of each other. And with her having twins, I was sure she was way over it, more so than me. The only saving grace was our men. They were amazing and put up with so much, making sure both of us were taken care of. So many late-night runs for this or that. Either one of us just completely breaking down for who the hell knows why. And then, most recently, both of us going bat s**t crazy cleaning and setting things up. Then moving things and placing them somewhere else just to move them back again. During all of this, neither one of our guys complained. Both of us had one or the other ready to get us an
