This is really the only word to explain my current emotional state, and apparently that of everyone else around me as well. Everywhere I go, people are asking, “When are you due?” And the closer I get to my due date, the more I adore this question.
This weekend, several of my favorite women converged on my apartment to help me celebrate Boo’s pending arrival. Organized by my dearest Brooklyn friend, the Mother Blessing was casual and lighthearted, yet deeply spiritual and inspirational. I’m not sure how she managed to pull of that combo exactly, but it was perfect.
24w1d- Yesterday, I had the worst nosebleed I’ve ever had. Or ever seen anyone have for that matter. Worse than when an outside linebacker blindsides the quarterback and knocks the QB’s helmet off, exposing his nose. It was, in a word, a gusher.