As it turns out…I cannot. I cannot spend 3 months in bed, waiting for my babies to be born.
Two and a half months later, I’m basically climbing the walls, I’m going so crazy sitting here in this bedroom, waiting for my little girls to be born.
I’ve done it this long, though. I’ve stayed in my bedroom, I haven’t gone up and down stairs, I’ve left bed only to change my clothes and take showers as necessary. But I swear to god, if I have to do this for one more day, let alone two more weeks…
“I think I’m going to make a run for it,” I whisper to Alvin, who is pressed to my side.
“What?” he asks, looking up at me and away from the TV that we’ve installed in the room, the TV which has taken up way too much of my time in the past two and a half months.
“I think I’m going to just run o
