When #4 was just 10 months old, I found out I was pregnant with #5. This was overwhelming, to say the least. Though we'd planned on having more kids, the timing was a bit off. I'd just started going to aerobics classes with two of my friends and being pregnant just didn't fit in with the things I was trying to do. Eventually, I started feeling good about my pregnancy. I continued exercising until my 8th month. I gained the least amount of weight and he was my second smallest baby (8lb. 13oz.). I felt better in that pregancy than any of the others. What started as a shock and a surprise, turned into my sweet boy who is 10 years old today. I'm so grateful for him and the things he has taught me over the years.
Illusive Peace
Her house is stifling. The fan above her clicks a rhythm and she lays as still as she can, hoping for relief. She pushes herself up, forcing movement that reverberates in her head. Walking through the rooms, she checks windows, praying for the breath of a breeze. She loves this house. Here she nursed and nurtured her babies. The walls show signs of life-- fingerprints and smudges. Smiling faces, captured and framed, adorn the walls. But, the walls are closing in and she retreats to the sanctuary of her room. The thoughts are pressing, intensifying the pain in her head. She tries with all her might to force them out. You're not welcome here . Still, they come. Persistent, they are. The fan beats in time with the judgements- ' not e-nough, not e-nough, not e-nough'. She puts out the welcome mat, hoping for sleep. Instead, she cries, curled into herself. But, the day is like any other, demanding, not to be ignored. Amazing how ...
Happy Birthday to #5!! Got your comment about my post yesterday. Hahahaha!! Great minds DO think alike!
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