There are two of you, swimming around in me. By now, you should have hatched out of your shells, and begun the process of nestling in for a nine-month stay.
I truly hope you both make it. We’ve been praying for a child for so long now. And to be blessed with two would just be amazing.
But, as with all things, there are statistics. And the statistics show that it’s probable only one of you will make it. And so, to the little soul that is getting ready to come down to Earth, please, if there is another one within arm’s reach, grab a buddy, because this is your only chance to have a brother or sister. Beat those odds. Fight to survive. Mommy and Daddy are so anxious for you (and hopefully both of you) to come down here and be ours.