Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Yesterday I went to the doctor. He sat in his chair, I sat in mine. He looked over my records, I looked at the pictures on the wall. He looked up, I smiled. He commented on the weeks I have remaining, I asked (in my head) if I could get a hallelujah. He asked if I had any questions... I said I didn't. So we said our goodbyes, and he patted my shoulder as I walked out the door. Like he does every time. 

(I have thirty seven days left of gestation.)


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