There is a weight that comes along with being pregnant, and I ain’t talking about that french fry aura that leaves one a little soft around the edges. I’m speaking of the emotional weight that comes of being pregnant for the third time in as many years. I try to keep it together, but keeping it together is… quite frankly… not that easy. I found myself laughing hysterically during one of Owen’s tantrums because there’s just no crying in baseball.
The only thing worse than insatiable hunger are insatiable feelings. I might take up poetry as an outlet, but I’m no good at it. See?
Donut, donut, donut,
Do you like it? I think it’s got an e.e. cummings vibe. If you need me I’ll be here. Feeling feelings. Gross.