They call it bedrest. I call it a prison sentence!

As I lay on my porch listening to my Zune with my dogs, I feel a bit of piece. It is a little chilly. The nip of fall has begun. I can feel my son inside me kicking away. I pray that he stays inside for he is far too little to come yet. At … Continue reading They call it bedrest. I call it a prison sentence!

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