Today is the expected delivery date of baby no 6. As expected, he is not coming out. I would be lying if I tell you that I don’t want to deliver him yet. My hips are close to breaking point. Every part of me wants to see this baby. I don’t care if he comes out of my nose.
Or maybe I do.
I have been quite impatient lately. My typical last pregnancy stage syndrome.
But my complaining doesn’t help anyone. I will offer it up instead. Souls should benefit from my sacrifices. Not that I have a lot.
Not a day without a cross.