Dear Dr. Jerk,
Thanks for killing my babies. Thanks for not listening to my cries for help and pleas to come in sooner than the standard "every 4 weeks." Thanks for not noticing the signs of increased fluid and a shortened cervix. Thanks for not putting me on full-time bedrest. Thanks for all the advice to be "up and doing" because after all, you are "Austin's Twin Specialist." Thanks for not even remembering I was pregnant with twins when you walked into the exam room when I was 20 weeks along. Thanks for killing my babies, you Jerk.