Jun 25, 2017
Time is a funny thing. The way it stretches on and on and on right at the end. Just a couple of days turns into a whole pile of hours, which turns into a magnitude of minutes and moments and thoughts. It’s baffling both that at this time tomorrow I’ll have to stop drinking water so I can be prepared for the c-section ahead. And yet also, there’s a whole day between now and then. Things will happen. Checklists will get checked. Errands will be done.
I’m tired. Today was good, but long and my body is in better shape now than it was at the end of either of my previous pregnancies, but there are still swollen feet and a tiny squished bladder to be reconciled.
One more day of gestational diabetes. Only one.
I’m optimistic and hopeful and excited about the days to come. And praying, too, that it all goes well. Not out of doubt, but humility and vulnerability.
It’s time for bed now. Twenty four more hours and I’ll be on the other side of this day. Here’s to hoping/doing my part to make it a good one to look back on. A good jumpstart into this next big chapter.
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And yet, the scientists insist that this beautiful blue planet 🌎 keeps spinning along at the same rate. Here’s to a wonderful day! 👍
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