Today was my last Saturday without a baby in my arms. My doctor and I have decided to induce my labor tomorrow with an eye for having baby here by Monday. One thing he is sure of is that this little guy is not so little. There is the worry that he will get so […]
So they told me their estimate was that you’d arrive today. Well, doc checked and, though, you are facing the right way, primed and ready to exit…it seems that you
Dear BabyASW I know I was complaining that you hadn’t really moved much today but, damn, it’s approaching midnight and you are still dancing sukuti or iskistar inside my belly… You have to sleep, baba. I love you and cannot wait to meet you. Xoxo Your mother.
This may very well be the last Sunday that I am pregnant. It warps my mind to realize that, if BabyASW shows up this week, this Sunday may be my final one as a pregnant entity…as my lone self…as a non-Mom. Yep.
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