Walking (PREGNANTLY SLOW) to a San Diego 7-11 this evening, Ryan and I were marveling at the fact that our marriage has endured four pregnancies ("How on earth did we do it?" I asked. "You married a man of steel, Jenne"). Ryan did a little bit of math and I was horrified to learn that counting up all miscarriages, ectopic pregnancies, and live births, I have been pregnant for 46 months of our marriage. When it is all said and done, it will have been 48 months. FORTY-EIGHT MONTHS OF PREGNANCY.
I think I would have been better off not having that realization.