Last Friday was not an easy day. I have days like that during pregnancy when I’m dizzy and have to bend over the counter to catch my breath after pouring someone’s milk or helping someone put their pants on. So I allowed myself to forget about the dishes and the laundry and just sit, watch the babies play and catch up on some reading and writing I’ve been too busy to enjoy.
The end of this pregnancy, or “the Pleasing Strife” as I recently read it called, at last is near. Can it almost be 40 weeks? 40 weeks of carrying this new person and soon we will finally meet?
