There comes a point in pregnancy, especially for the non-pregnant partner involved, where it seems that the only thing that has ever existed was pregnancy. And the only thing that will ever exist is pregnancy. It’s like sitting on a ship in the middle of the ocean, when all you can see is water and no land is in sight.
We’ve been in the middle of this pregnancy ocean for a little while now. It can start to feel like this will never end. But then I get a reminder, like when all the pregnant ladies from other blogs start to pop out their own spawn. First Miss C makes an appearance at The Waiting. Then today both the women from Broken Condoms and Southern Fried in Vegas both shot out babies.
There’s a dwindling group of people I “know” in the Bloggy-verse still carrying a parasite. Maybe it’s because I don’t read that many blogs. But in any case, it’s proof that time continues to move forward, even if it doesn’t feel like it sometimes.