So, I happened to mention, in passing, as I was kissing my husband before returning to work from my lunch hour, that I had some spotting that made me worried. He could tell I was preoccupied, he asked, and I told him.
He immediately said "do you want to say a prayer with me?" So, we went and prayed in our den. It was the perfect place to kneel, with the shades slightly open, letting in the afternoon sun. It was the perfect place to hear my husband promise our God that we will love, teach, and cherish this child if only we're allowed to keep it.
Later, back at work, I commenced my afternoon yawning session, which usually lasts from when I get back from lunch until I leave for the day. I just walk around yawning and yawning and yawning every few minutes, while simultaneously worrying that my co-workers are beginning to be suspicious of my frequent bathroom breaks and persistent yawns. I feel like I might start having to steal away in secret before too long, hiding my yawns and using the public bathroom out of the sight of watchful eyes. But that's just me being paranoid. . . I digress. . .
So, I was yawning (for the eleventieth time this afternoon) when I thought "man! I'm yawnin' like a mother!" Then, the irony of that thought struck me full force, and I laughed out loud for half a minute. What!? It's funny!
(btw, The spotting eased up this afternoon and I'm feeling better. But mostly tired.)
~Nichole
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