With a toddler.
Dark room all day.
Toddler grazes on snacks.
9 months of mostly isolation. Some days I can get up and out.
He comes home and criticizes me for not doing the housework.
I just want it over.
I watch my belly grow- it is pretty this time. Beautiful, big, abundant belly.
I like to rub it, feel the kicks.
Friends come to visit this time. It is nice, lots of help from the community.
Still feels like two lives.
There is a nurse that visits, takes my vitals, adjusts the medicine.
I spend every morning on a Bible study, but the book still feels foreign to me. Contrived. Very removed from the friend I have grown to know and love in my heart. HE gives me patience. Keep Reading, HE says.