I'm not sure how much longer I can keep playing basketball in the morning. I love it, but I simply cannot keep up with ladies anymore. I huff and I puff and about the only things that is going to be blown down is me.
Being pregnant is hard. It is good. It is right. It is godly. But it is hard. Everyone thinks that because we have a big family it comes easy. I hear, "Oh you're so good at it." "Oh, you're perfect for it." "Oh, you make it look so easy."
My sister Kari, just glows. She likes being pregnant. She's good at it.
I don't even radiate a dull glimmer. Nothing. Nada. Easy? Hardly. My pregnancies are good but hard. And with this one, I am tired. And I've got a long, long, long way to go.
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