The woman in the black dress is me, there is also man ahead of us, slowly dragging an oxygen tank behind him. This is the story. I held the door open for this man on our way out of our church building. This is a couple of blocks later, on our shared walk home.
He was smoking me.
Yes, this is where we are. I am slowing down, the waddle has begun, and yes I am to the point that I just want to get this baby out of me. Every little move she makes just makes me want to kiss and hug her.
31 days to go.