It's about 7am on Friday morning. I've been up for three hours. I only slept for three hours. This is the second night I've done this. My skin itches, I'm uncomfortable, hungry, fat, thirsty, can't breathe, can't stay still. Yet, I love feeling this baby inside me. I love the bond that only she and I know right now. I love knowing how safe she is. I love eating whatever I want. I'm so excited to see her, but don't want to go through labor. I'm so sad to think about probably not be pregnant ever again. I'm so happy to think about probably not being pregnant ever again. I'm torn.
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