With fourteen hours left until we were supposed to be at the hospital, Jayden was taking pictures of me, the last pictures of my baby bump. The stretch marks would linger and I was fine with that. I would get my body back. If I worked out as much as I did before, went on runs as I loved to, I was confident that I could pop back.
I had not slept for I did not know how long which was bad. I needed to sleep and build up energy but I could not seem to stay still for more than a minute. Insomnia was not like this, insomnia was something I was used to. No, this was something very different. This was nervousness and nothing seemed to help. Every time I settled, my brain would come up with another task. Something to do, something to check, something to pack, something I wanted to eat. I had peed
