Eight Months Pregnant

I’m in my eighth month of pregnancy, carrying http://www.emileallais.com/sliva/4658 Bonuses markt.de diepholz sie sucht ihn http://meliggoi.gr/mokryxa/2546 mon copain est inscrit sur des sites de rencontres slowakische frauen partnersuche rencontre ipad browse this site flirttipps fУМr teenager jungs rencontre fille facile 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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