Hey, there. My name is Liv Stanton. You can say I'm off my rocker, but most people just call me pregnant.

Mommy to two precious ones and wife to a big-hearted, broad-shouldered guy.

Honestly, m’not expecting anyone’s help. You and Keith are gonna be way busy, don’t worry about me.

Hey, I’m serious. If you need us, you call us. I’ll be upset if you don’t. I want to help you when you need it. You need diapers or a nap or food, let me know. We’ll have had a few weeks to adjust, anyway.

I think someone pumped sugar into my uterus, because the babies are tapdancing tonight.

I understand, trust me.

You’re gonna be great, Bella. And if you need help, Keith and I are always a phone call away. Even with two babies, we’ll be there for you.

I wouldn’t worry, sweets. You’ve got a brill support system with your family and hubby, and you’re gonna be a great Mom. Honest.

Thank you, sweetheart. Just new mommy nerves :)

“They don’t like you because they think you white trash.”

Honestly.

I am freaking out about whether I’ll actually be able to take care of two babies. I was only betting on one. I love them both, but I’m terrified I won’t be able to handle two newborns.

Okay. Team effort time. I’ve had enough of this.

I need extra hands to help move my belly. Where has my family gone when I need them?