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My feet and ankles were swollen.
I had terrible heartburn.
Scott practically had to roll me out of bed every morning.
I was uncomfortable in just about every position.
But I couldn't have been more grateful to be so miserable.
I know I complain sometimes about how exhausted I am. Or how frustrated I am. Or how I just want to sit down for a few minutes and put my feet up.
But I really wouldn't have it any other way.
Grace and Claire are my world.
And I am so completely thankful that I have these wonderfully hilarious, adorable, cute, giggly little girls in my life.
P.S. Check back tomorrow for the full scoop on what it's like to be a mother of needy, tired, cranky babies AND host Thanksgiving dinner with 15 of your closest family members. For now, I'll let Claire tell the story.
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