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.


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