In some ways, I cannot believe I'm this far along. Twenty-eight weeks, seven months, third trimester. Crazy. In other ways, I can't believe this is as far along as I am. I mean, surely I should be near the end, right? This pregnancy has been much like raising children in general: the days fly by, but the moment to moment can feel like an eternity. And, as with the challenges of raising children, it's all totally worth it.
As the fourth of five children, born less than five years after the first, there are about three pictures of me in my baby book. I always instinctively understood that my mom was doing the best she could. I'm hoping Susanna Clair will have as much grace for me, just trusting that we absolutely adore her already and truly can't wait for her to help our family be complete, even though I have had little to nothing to say on here lately. Darling, you are our never ending topic of conversation around here. I promise.
I really would like to have a picture of me where I don't look A. Huge and B. Exhausted.
However, I am huge and exhausted, so what's a gal to do?
