24 weeks
What a day.
It started with my physical therapy. Which is for my pelvic floor. Meaning: FUN.
NOT.
The exercises are tough and a sciatica issue was present before starting the PT... just hoping to make things better and stronger in these next few weeks. 🤞🏼
Next, I was on the search for decaf coffee, with no luck local, but to go to my usual place.
Because pregnant = decaf
Anyway.
Someone also paid it forward by buying an item I was going to put back. She seemed like a very spiritual woman and it really brought me to tears. Almost like I was meant to meet her today.
I visited the graveyard to see my stepfather. His grave does not have its plaque yet so we have to count 38 trees to get to his plot.
I told him that I would bring his grandchild to him... we had many differences growing up and fought all the time. Well into my 20s. We finally got along a few years before he passed away... and he was a rock in our family. He’s been very missed these past 4 years.
I went and had lunch and then went to a church that I visit around Christmas time. I actually went to confessional. There were a few things I had to say and get off my chest to the father there. I was an absolute mess... I can’t believe how much I cried there. But I’m so glad I did it.
What a strange, spiritual day... but I couldn’t be more thankful for it.
