Before the guests arrived, I stood barefoot in my kitchen, eight months pregnant and exhausted, trying to frost a pale yellow cake without bursting into tears.
Every muscle in my body ached. My swollen ankles begged for a chair, my lower back felt like it was carrying the weight of the world, and our baby kept pressing beneath my ribs as if reminding me there was still plenty of work left to do. Continue Reading ⬇️
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