Where have I been for nine months?

I think I forgot, somewhere along the line, that I am pregnant.

Or maybe I forgot that pregnancy ends with birth.

Doesn't that hurt?  Right?  I'm scared.

And then after you don't get to sleep a lot, right?

And there's milk, I remember the milk.  Lots of milk.

Oh yes, and the newborn cheeks and the sweet smelling breath and the kissable forehead.

And there are those little grunting scritching noises.

And the lack of heartburn.

And the curled up bug on your chest.

I guess I can do this birth thing again