...the best you've felt in weeks was from the sodium high after eating an entire Totino's pizza (combo), that is until you turned the box over and peeked at the "nutritional" information.
...your other two kids automatically know to look for you in bed when they need something. And words like "fatigue" and "nauseous" are now part of their preschooler vocabulary.
...your three year old tells complete strangers and passers-by that he has a baby in his tummy. And he has regressed almost back to square one with his potty training because he actually says he wants to wear diapers and be a baby.
...you re-read "A Child is Born" and marvel at the miracle of conception and the capability of the human body -- all the nuances and microscopic chemical reactions and obstacles that are overcome to produce another human being.
...you anxiously lie in bed with your hands on your abdomen thinking about the little grape-sized life developing and long to feel the little movements that assure you everything is okay.
...you tear up at the thought of how this is your last baby and your life-long dream of what you wanted your family to consist of will be complete when this little one is born.
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