I Am Grateful
I feel like I’ve learned a lot, grown a lot- and I’m not just talking about my pregnancy girth.
We were up and at ’em Friday putting up lights, bustin’ out the ornaments, and decking the halls with boughs of synthetic holly.
I feel like I’ve learned a lot, grown a lot- and I’m not just talking about my pregnancy girth.
The fetus wants what the fetus wants!
The only downside to our little townhouse was the fact that Jorge lived on the roof.
Why is it I always want what I can’t have?
Its official. Today I turn that magical age of twenty-seven. Much the same as twenty-six you say? I beg to differ.
In emotionally charged situations I often morph from harmless innocent into dirty fighting sailor with tats.
If the past is any indication of the future, I’m sure I’ll cry a lot, and laugh a lot, and the days will fly by.
I got to see my little fetus jumping around, kicking, waving to me. And a cuter little fetus I never did see.
Even feeling as terrible as I have been this past month, I can’t help but be grateful for the arrival of my favorite season.