Jo posted about being pregnant for a maximum of twelve more weeks and I shook my head a little in disbelief. I'm further along than she is, but surely to goodness I have more time than that, right? Right?
Wrong. I will have this baby in less than ten weeks.
I was on campus today trying not to freak out about The List of Things To Be Done when all of a sudden I thought about my Petely: what a sweet smile he has, and how he makes me laugh, and how he tells me out of the blue that he loves me, and how I didn't have any idea, three and a half years ago, who he was going to be.
In ten weeks I will have met one of my new favorite people. The other stuff isn't so important after all.
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