“The last month of pregnancy is exhausting. You’re convinced your body will fail to work and that labor will never start. You’re convinced that this pregnancy, once so new and beautiful and interesting, will stay with you forever, rendering you fat, farting, burping, heartburning, mildly insane and tearful for the rest of eternity.”
( Please note this is an honest photo essay with drugs, joys and blood mixed, so not for sensitive souls!)Sharing is caring!