Anniversary Tragedy
The nieces always lift up my shirt trying to find Jack. At the beginning of pregnancy, I find that there is a lot of excitement and anticipation about this new phase of life. Then, as most things, you kinda get used to it. Let me rephrase that, you accept it. There's really no getting used to being pregnant. Then, towards the 6-month mark, you wonder if you'll ever NOT be pregnant. That's where I'm at right now. I had an unusually uncomfortable night Tuesday night (which happened to be our anniversary), and I cried to Matt about having to be pregnant for another three months. Most of the time, three months seems like a very SHORT amount of time left, but that night I wasn't sure I could make it. And then I'm faced with the reality of it, once again. There's absolutely nothing I can do about it. I remember back when I came back from YWAM, and I had gained more weight than ever before in my life. I remember looking in the mir