I'm not blogging much because I can't really sit on the couch anymore and type comfortably on the laptop. Not enough lap. I'm currently sitting and typing this way while trying to lean way back. It's difficult.
Up until about a week ago I was still feeling mighty comfy and having very few useless contractions (now lounging on side with computer resting on pillow and awkwardly typing with three fingers). And I was thinking what a delightfully easy and short pregnancy this had been, my final pregnancy, and now it seems to stretch on into the future for eternity. That is how not being able to breath makes one feel.
Yes, Thank You Lord, for letting me experience pregnancy, and feel the violent kicks that make me pee a bit. And thank you, as well, for letting me experience the miracle of adoption, no less a miracle, no less amazing, much more comfortable. Mostly just thank you for my children, no matter how they get here, no matter for how long they stay, no matter what's to come.
And thank you for more permanent forms of birth control and the wisdom to use them when it's right.