I’m actually going to cook the turkey meatloaf. My Brooklyn tank doesn’t fit over my Trucker bump. I don’t actually own a Donna Read skirt. So I’m settling for a big purple maternity shirt and black shorts. I do have the bare feet, however. I had a nice strong night of sleep last night. I’m ready for action.
If I start to act out the draft of my birth story, perhaps reality will follow suit.