I'm 20 weeks preggers and feeling less than comfortable, more often than not. Miscellaneous aches, pains, and other wrongness. But for all the bodily 'ugh' I'm feeling, I feel good. I feel ecstatic. Yes, I'm beyond excited for the baby. But, and I know what I'm feeling may only be hormones, I feel full of love and contentment. I live a blessed life. My mate came to me far earlier than I could have hoped for, our compatibility is rather incredible. I'm close to my parents and siblings. I have great friends. I may not be terribly successful in academics or career choice, but my love of myself, my mate, my family and friends, and life are so much more important to me than what I might have done in true, honest pursuit of a degree or busting my ass to get to the top of whichever career.
I had a 3-4 hour convo with a high school classmate. It was a very satisfying conversation. It helped clear my eyes further to the blessed existence I experience.
Naturally, feeling this way makes me wish it on others. I hope that friends and family are finding their best paths in life. Or if struggles are currently unavoidable, that they are easily resolved without much stress.
Pay no attention. I'm just another nobody, yammering about inane things. I enjoy blogging for the typing. I enjoy writing for the movements of a pen[cil]. I am no great mind.
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Congratulations on your pregnancy! And thanks for stopping by my blog :)
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