SICK TO DEATH

This pregnancy has me beat down & curled up in a ball like an unborn baby today. Some moments have been so trecherous that being unborn seems like an easy way out of this dilemma. Figuratively speaking of course, a set of wings would serve me best right now. That's in the event that eye could muster enough strength to actually flap & fly.

My husband & children have been incredibly supportive. Really, their love carries me through such times. What a blessing? Some folks have to go it alone. Huh bruh?

Uh oh...upset stomach in effect...gotta run!

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