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First day of the Last days

8/12/15   23:42


Third trimester is here! I'll be hugging and kissing my precious daughter before I know it. I've heard that the last part of this journey will not be easy and may be the most difficult portion.  Women have warned me about the fatigue, pain, swollen feet, shortness of breath, and exhaustion that is ahead of me. I am optimistic; some call it naive. I honestly don't have the luxury to worry about any of it because the show must go on. I'm not only pregnant; I'm a resident in my 2nd year of training. This is my year to hone in on my skills and begin to learn the art of working independently as a psychiatrist. Admittedly, I am very tired and it's been evident to my classmates and loved ones. On a positive note, Felicity is healthy. I am beyond excited to be a parent despite any fears. I look forward to trying to enjoy my last trimester as it will be the last time that I will have the experience of carrying a baby for the first time.

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