At 7 Months Pregnant, I Was Dying and Didn’t Know It—Then a Nurse Stepped In

This post has been sponsored by Pampers. All opinions are my own.

From the moment I found out I was pregnant, I held my breath. Difficult pregnancies tend to run in my family, and I was more than aware of the many complications that can occur between conception and delivery. As I entered my third trimester, though, I finally began to relax a bit, convinced that perhaps my fairly uneventful pregnancy was going to turn out all right.

I mean, sure, I was exhausted – but wasn’t that normal?

And yes, I’d had to buy new shoes to fit over my marshmallow puffy feet – but again, normal, right?


Mary Carver
Mary Carverhttp://givinguponperfect.com
Mary Carver is a recovering perfectionist, wife, and mom of two daughters who blogs about family, faith, food, books, and sometimes her favorite TV shows at her blog, Giving Up on Perfect. For more Mary, you can follow her on Facebook, Pinterest, or Twitter.

Related Posts

Comments

Recent Stories