"tell me some things we did in august," i whispered to my husband across the queen sized mattress ...
"we went camping. i had my vacation time. it was your mom's birthday," he answered thoughtfully, "why?"
"i'm just trying to see how long ago 2 and 1/2 months feels."
he smirked in the darkness. i could tell.
i'd been complaining about how frustrated i am with being pregnant this third time around all evening.
how i feel like my entire body could fall to pieces if it wasn't for my skin holding me together.
how i ache. everywhere.
how i can't sleep an entire night.
how difficult it is becoming just to roll over in bed.
how i'm just not sure that i can really truly make it through another 2 and 1/2 months.
"and??" he asked.
"all of those things feel like a really long time ago," i answered as a small tear escaped down my cheek and rested on my pillow.