I sat on the floor of my kitchen, my belly with its own gravitational pull, and I completely emptied the contents of our fridge. With miscellaneous perishables surrounding me, I deep cleaned the entire thing. As I was about halfway done putting everything back in, I was hit with that hormonal pregnancy tiredness only women in their third trimester would understand. That nesting urge was strong...but the sleepiness was always stronger. My husband found me out of breath, slumped against the door of the fridge and helped me up, and he finished putting everything away (he’s the best).
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