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"I know the doctor said to get exercise, but that's easier said than done when toting around twin...monsters", I thought to myself as I huffed and puffed my way through the scenic park. To say that my..."maternal mound" was impressive is a slight understatement. My belly was just plain huge, even for twins. Of course, being 50-60 pounds overweight in the first place didn't help in the mobility or wardrobe department. I was wearing my blue, corduroy, button-up overalls, which were quite big and stretchy around the middle, and even they were getting tight in my seventh month of pregnancy. My grey long-sleeve under shirt couldn't even stretch the whole distance over my middle.  My hips, back and swollen ankles were killing me, and I needed to sit somewhere soon. I saw one of my favorite benches up ahead, next to an apple tree. It looked like there was already another expectant occupant sitting on the bench...hopefully he didn't mind company. I waddled my heavy body over to the tree, picked a couple of low-hanging apples and took a seat on the bench.