2003-12-22 - 9:35 p.m.
Tomorrow, tomorrow. I have a doctors apointment and an ultrasound. I wonder how the twins are doing. I sure get down a lot lately. I am also very uncomfortable. I want to run through the house screaming. My breasts are sagging and my skin around my stomach is sore. I hope the twins are alright.
This is so stressful. Dennis has mentioned marriage to me at least once a day for weeks now. Funny, now that he wants it - it doesn't really matter to me. I sure love him though. I count my blessings everyday. I hope that after tomorrows doctor apointment I will still have as many blessing to count.
P.S. I love you Dad.