I remind her. I distinctly remember telling her that Mimi didn’t want a baby shower. In fact, she said she didn’t want any gifts at all. Kennedy and Jenna went a little overboard. “I don’t care what you said, Mr. Grumpy Gills. I’m just happy you went along with it.” Any second Mimi is going to come barreling through the door. She is thirty weeks along, and the doctor decided he wants to take the babies early. Baby B isn’t growing as much as Baby A is, and he doesn’t want to stunt his growth any longer by keeping him in the womb. I am scared and excited. Doctor Clive has told me and Mimi many times about the risks of having twins. Furthermore, he informed us that a Caesarian section is a serious surgery, and just because we are having a babies, doesn’t mean we take it lightly. I know all this isn’t told to scare me, but I can’t help but worry. If the person you loved most in your life was going to be on the operating room table, how would you feel?
