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It started as a little mound. I’d wake up with two tiny girls piled on top of each other, unable to fight the force of gravity caused by me sleeping on my side. Every morning it's been fun to see what shape the bump had taken over night. Sometimes the girls are side-by-side, sometimes they’re stacked on top of each other, and sometimes there’s one or more little behinds pushing against my skin with unbelievable force. Whatever shape the lump takes, it’s sure to amaze and astound us. In the past two or three weeks, the funny lump, now known in our house as Mount KaylaHannah, has grown and morphed into an out-of-this-world, warped and writhing mountain. It’s taken on a whole new level of entertainment. Or shall I say ‘torture’.