42 and Vomiting (Happily)
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This year is different. This year I am celebrating my 42nd birthday 28 weeks pregnant. Pregnant and puking.
So as I kneel in gratitude on my bathroom floor repeating “this too shall pass” I do smile because this year I am not afraid that my time has past. Quite to the contrary, my time is just beginning.
Although I might have rethought that tattoo placement.