Sun., 8 Henrietta & Warner come. Karl is in Chicago. Still in bed.
and a poem that was tucked into my copy of Green Mountain Echoes, printed on a little piece of paper… 231 more words
The third trimester descends, almost without me realizing. The physical and emotional roller coaster ride that is pregnancy peaks around the 28th week, and then the increasing G force and terrifying descent into what can only be described as hormonal madness takes over. 628 more words