Pregnancy is the perfect torture.
In the beginning, pregnancy is exhausting. It's like your wife has the flu for three months.
In the middle, hope springs eternal. There's a reason they call it the "honeymoon phase". Sicknesses subside and everything is sunshine, daisies and Pikachus.
But Pregnancy isn't over yet, and She is not satisfied with a happy ending. That's when the third trimester strikes.
Beth is a zombie again. She's exhausted. Today, she napped for two and a half hours, and she's still ready for more. She's a voracious sleeper once again, and the pains, nausea, and discomfort are back, like acid reflux after Mexican food. Only now her sole source of relief... lies in a delivery room and several helpings of extreme painkillers. The painkillers may or may not happen.
Needless to say, this is the shirt I will be wearing the day of Penelope's arrival:
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We're both still excited. For slightly different reasons, though.
P.S. Beth is having another ultrasound tomorrow. We'll post pics, cuz we're invasive and creepy like that.
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