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Brand-less Mom, Blogging Away

The unborn human child inside my belly is awake and galloping about. The born human child who is one and a half months shy of two years old is asleep in her room. I am sitting. This is nap time. Nap time is my time, and usually I do nothing more than sit. It’s my “indulgence” if you will, though I feel no guilt over it, nothing but thankfulness to have an hour or two of peace and rest. It is my favorite time of day. When I feel completely ok doing absolutely nothing. But this time is swiftly coming to an end, thanks to the galloping bundle of boy about to reach 39 weeks...