In which I confess my lowest point of the past two months.
To not be sad in times like these means dishonesty, a turning aside from things we all need to look at.
I never entirely understood how parents could say they loved their children before they were born. But now… I’m writing this as a kind of note to my pre-pregnancy self, to try to explain what it’s like.
Eight-ish weeks to go, depending when Pudding decides to make her appearance. Eep!
Glimpses into my second and third trimester, with photos.
The title is a bit misleading, maybe. This post isn’t so much about flying as it is about preparing to fly — preparing emotionally, not logistically.
What I remember most now, thinking back on this day and that week in general, is the intense newness of everything. (That, and “Thieves in the Temple”!)