Once upon a time, I fell in love.
Deep, deep love.
It was the second time that I felt love like this.
Even when I could barely see my toes.
Like every love story, this one began with great yearning, and anticipation. And like every love story, there were bumps along the road (pun intended). First-trimester nausea, fatigue, endless bouts of coughs and colds, pain in places one didn’t think pain could reach.
But those were just tiny blips. It didn’t affect the love. That only grew and grew, along with my bump.
I wondered, you know. Whether I could do the two-children-thing. If I could possibly love you as much as I do your brother.
Of course I can. And I do.
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