Eight Months Pregnant
I’m in my eighth month of pregnancy, carrying A Complicated Love Song and it has been a long and difficult journey. I have preeclampsia, a dangerous complication, in which the doctor placed me on people rest. I had to keep to myself with my feet elevated and write, write, write. I did so faithfully for 417 consecutive days, no matter what else was going on with me or in the world.
At this point in my pregnancy, I’m far beyond showing—I’m huge—but I’m glowing. I can’t help but shout it to the nations. “Hey everyone, my baby is on the way! I can feel her kicking and I’m excited and nervous at the same time.” Now, that the hour is drawing near, the distance I traveled and the morning sickness I endured don’t seem half as bad—although they both were dreadful.
Determined Lynda’s Final Thought for the Moment: Although pain and sacrifice are not strong enough words to describe what I’ve been through, I’m certain that joy is on the horizon. — Lynda has magic to do. Do you?
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Jone J. 1:05 am on November 2, 2014 Permalink |
The labor was long but the birth makes it all worthwhile and a forgettable pain. Anxiously awaiting reading your novel.
Nina Chandler 3:05 pm on October 30, 2014 Permalink |
Sitting in the waiting room and anticipating the arrival of this bundle of joy. Look at the ones who want to hold this blessing; Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Books for America, Facebook, etc. Congratulations, it’s a ………….#1Bestseller.
Lakisha Davis-Small 8:27 pm on October 29, 2014 Permalink |
I can dig it!