Some dear friends of mine in LA, Ashley and Josh, just had twins. They'd been asking questions and I'd been offering my "sage" advice ever since they found out their dilemma/wonderful news. When she was 29 weeks along, Ashley went into labor. Modern medicine was able to almost stop it and she was put on strict bed rest. When I say "almost" stop it, I mean she wasn't dilating and stuff, but she still had regular contractions and was EXTREMELY uncomfortable. Josh was as amazing as humanly possible, looking after Ashley's every want and need. What an adorable couple! At 36.5 weeks (yes, the poor dear kept those babes in the oven for another 7.5 weeks of slow, slow LABOR), she was actually induced because she was having quite a bit of swelling in one leg. Then Ashley and Josh essentially went dark, not to resurface for two weeks with the whole story. We (their friends) knew that the babies had been born, but no names, no details, no joyous pictures were shared. I was beyond worried. After several days, Josh posted something on Facebook basically saying that the babies were wonderful and that they'd get back to us soon. As I said, it took two weeks. Their story is unbelievable. It is heart-wrenching and joyous and terrifying and WILL MAKE YOU CRY. For those of you who are pregnant and are not heeding my warning to stay away from this story (you know who you are), rest assured that all's well that ends well and it does end well. But FUCK, man. What a story.