I remember it happening in the final days of my pregnancy with Avelyn, this quieting of the spirit as I prepared for my life to change.
“So, did you still want me to take some pregnancy photos of you?” Angella chimed last night.
Whose idea was it to have a baby in September? See, having a baby in September means being mammothly pregnant in August and I am SO OVER IT.
Last night we were at a backyard birthday party for a friend and the hostess sliced me a nice, tall piece of chocolate cake. It was delicious.
Yeah. Totally gained three pounds since last week, according to the doctor’s scale this morning.
By the time I was 30 weeks pregnant I had already packed on 38 pounds. This was a disturbing realization and I feared that I was headed for the frightening 60-pound finish line.