I was having a lot of contractions today during Diego's Quiet Time. It was probably the way I was sitting (somewhat slouched) while I was reading. It was certainly uncomfortable, though not altogether painful.
Thinking about it later while I was cutting an orange for a snack for the boys, I looked at my reflection in the window, pondering childbirth, and honestly thought to myself, "I can't believe I'm pregnant." And I couldn't. Believe it.
How is that for surreal? Almost 37 weeks pregnant, right at the end, sitting-in-a-puddle-pregnant, and I'm surprised by the reality that I am, in fact, pregnant.
Weird.
1 comment:
you're cute.
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