Hitting 20 weeks is the craziest thing. My feels are all over the place.
My first thought is, wow, it's been so long that I've been pregnant. Then of course I remember that I found out at 3 weeks and some odd days, so that's 3 weeks and some odd days I didn't even know.
Then I get this overwhelming desire and need to hold and snuggle a squishy, warm baby. I know my baby isn't done cooking yet, but that feeling is there and it's so hard not to have that squishy, warm baby. So here begins the longest 20 weeks of my life. While they may be long, I want them to be 20 weeks because I want a well done baby.
Keep cooking, baby girl.
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