*Archer*
I stared blankly at the pile of discarded baby clothes on the living room floor. It felt as though we had just started preparing for our twins, yet here we are, two weeks past Samantha's due date. All I could think about was how utterly exhausted I felt; the past few weeks had been a blur of cravings, hormonal swings, and everything in between, all punctuated by Samantha's fervent determination to induce labor. What was meant to be a joyous time had morphed into a chaotic series of late-night trips to the store for pineapple, spicy food, and everything she thought might trigger labor.
"Archer, it's time for the next one! I want to try castor oil this time!" she exclaimed from the kitchen, her excitement tinged with desperation. My body felt heavy, as if weighed down by the gravi
