An hour in the life of an expectant mom.

The tap tap tapping of his tiny toes wakes me once again from a not so deep sleep. What now little one? "Hungry", my stomach responds for him. I fly--er, waddle to the pantry and cast open the door. Cookies, crackers, or moon pies? What shall it be this time? Ah hah! My memory finally kicks in and reminds me of the leftover spaghetti just waiting for me under the cling of Saran Wrap. With a satisfied tummy I head back down the hall, hop--er, crawl into bed, tuck into the smooth sheets and pause in silence for one moment. No tapping. Relieved, my heavy eyes close and I find myself in that familiar left-side sleeping position. I say, "Good night, son" and feel myself drift... Then suddenly, eyes wide open. I'm up again. Where to now? The pressure on my shrunken bladder leads the way. I finish up, wash my hands and shimmy my way back into bed. I dare take a glance at the clock. 4:00am. The sun will rise soon I figure, so out of bed I roll. I allow my feet to touch the floor, take a deep breath in as I stretch and say, "Good morning, son". A new day begins. Now what shall we have for breakfast?

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