Nine months postpartum, I’m a heavier version of myself. I weigh more than I ever have In my life. I weigh more than when I was pregnant. But it’s ok. Well, it’s not ok…I don’t like it.
December 31, 2018. 1:26am. The pain, instantly gone.
I was pregnant, again...for the second time this year. I was hopeful. It was a year of sometimes painful, sometimes uncomfortable, always cautious, sweet anticipation.
I want to foster in him a love for people, new sights and experiences near and far.