
If I felt like this for any other reason, I'd be curled up on the couch right now. That's a little difficult to swallow. I just have to remember why I'm here, that this is all for that tiny life (whose heartbeat I WILL see next week, damn it).
I love you, baby. I'll crawl through quicksand for the rest of my life if I have to.
Andy is still in a different place from me in the pregnancy process. That seems normal, but I can't help wishing for more enthusiasm. He said he'll be excited when baby gets here, or when the time comes that the pregnancy will be obvious by looking at me. It's all very rational.
I'll just sit over here by myself and stew in my early excitement alone. That is, if I don't vomit or faint first.
From "These are the Days" by Van Morrison. Thank you, God, for my little miracle.
These are the days of the endless summer
These are the days and the time is now
There is no past, there is only future
There's only here, there's only now...
These are the days by the sparkling river
His timely grace and our treasured find
This is the love of the one great magician
Turned the water into wine.
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