I am 262 1,203 days pregnant, and therefore capable of only writing in bullet points

Posted on April 17, 2012 by

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  • I can’t believe I have my final doctor’s appointment today!
  • My C-section is ONE WEEK from TOMORROW!
  • Eight days, eight days, eight days!
  • I have been technically pregnant since JULY! Woah!
  • Do you think today will be the day they actually TELL ME SOMETHING? Like maybe something like, “So, you’re having your C-section in a week. Let me run you through a couple of things to expect …”
  • No? I didn’t think so.
  • Must remember to ask about pre-registration
  • Because NOBODY TELLS ME ANYTHING
  • Do they not tell me anything because I’ve already had a baby? Or because I’ve already had a C-section?
  • Eight days is really soon but also forever away
  • Keep having dreams the baby is actually a boy. Had to go over my old name list and remind myself of a few boys’ names I like, just in case.
  • Why am I on the computer again? Oh right! Work!
  • My brain is too mushy to work. But alas, I must.
  • Owwww, there is a baby butt jutting out of my side
  • Right! Work! OK, really must go now.
  • Preggo outtttttttttt!

P.S. While Googling “pregnancy” to find a relevant image for this blog post, I came across the most amazing thing ever:

Sure, I’m 28 and not 16, but the real question is HOW DO I GET THIS CARSEAT? OMG LOVEEEE!

Category: Preggo-ness, Second time around, Third trimester, Week 38

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I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m a writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 12-year-old son and a 10-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.

I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep them from taking over my life. Creating things helps.

Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.

I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time with her writing. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)

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