A dull morning, a slow rise. Yesterday was overcast all day, or raining. A rarity in the area. I had hoped to go for a bike ride today but the ground is wet and I don't feel like riding on wet streets. I don't feel like riding.
The wet trees above request that I go back to bed.
Soon we will be in the third trimester. The expectation is building, it is palpably growing. We have decided not to find out if it is a boy or a girl until birth. The curiosity overwhelms.
The moment draws near.
The trees above me request that I go back to bed.
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