I made an interesting discovery this week when I was looking through the bookshelf in my daughter’s room: my pregnancy journal, which I kept up from around the sixth week of my pregnancy until she was born. I even scribbled down labor/delivery details before tucking it away for almost a year. Reading through it was like opening a 50-year-old time capsule. It was a whole other era of me, and even though all the memories and special events of that time are still very much at the forefront of my mind, having some insight into my thoughts and feelings during pregnancy is really strange and funny. Some thoughts on my discovery:
-I kept a pregnancy journal! Bahahahaha… This is surely something that could never happen again.