I looked at Matt. He looked at me. We both smiled and he caressed my wedding ring.We had been engaged for two months now. Matt gestured to inside the house and we went into the guest room and laid down. We drifted off into sleep, kissing as we did. When we woke up, it was 7:00 AM. I kissed Matt one more time, and hurried off to home. I started to feel some stomach pain, so I went to the doctor. She checked and said I was pregnant. I was thrilled, but scared. I called Matt. He felt the same way. As the months passed, we had to get ready for our wedding. I had my wedding dress fitted to fit my growing belly. And finally, the wedding came. It was wonderful, but a little uncomfortable as my belly was now the size of a watermelon. The next day, there was an ultrasound. The doctor looked surprised. She said we weren’t having one baby, but three!! Matt and me were overjoyed. We couldn’t go on a honeymoon with the baby being due so soon. And then, three days later at dinner, my water broke. It was the worst pain I have ever felt. Matt carried me to the car. As we drove, Matt was telling me to breathe and I was holding back screams. When we got to the hospital, the doctors took over. They dressed me in a hospital gown and wheeled me to the delivery room. As they propped me up on the bed, they told me that my labor could last all night. Then, they gave me some pain medication and told me to push. I pushed and pushed and pushed. I breathed and pushed and breathed and pushed. I pushed again when the doctors told me they could see the baby’s head. I gave one final push and our daughter was born. I was so happy until I realized I had to do the whole thing two more times. I squeezed Matt’s hand and pushed until our son came into the world. Then, came our final baby. She was the hardest one. They moved me to the hot tub and I pushed and pushed and pushed. I gave one final heave and our daughter was born. Me and Matt finally had our children.