What I miss most about the 1st trimester--really, the only thing worth missing about the 1st trimester--happened in its last month: When I got into bed at the end of the day, I did so with this tremendous sigh of relief and exhaustion, as though I'd been doing manual labor all day, as though I'd earned that bed-time. I remember the feel of the sheets against my skin, the fluffy comfort of my mattress, sinking into it all, curling into the warmth, smiling serenely.
These days I feel that way any time of the day except when I'm going to bed.
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