Eight Months

We're well into the third trimester, and boy, am I feeling it! I found out today that I'm slightly anemic, which would explain a lot of it, but I'm sure the lack of sleep doesn't help--lots of deadlines around here lately, plus Rory's usual demanding self. We try to talk to her about the baby, but she really doesn't have a clue what's coming. I'm afraid she's in for a rude awakening (what, the world doesn't revolve around her??)...
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As happened with Norah, Rory will probably be ok with the new baby until he starts playing with "her" stuff!
Only a few weeks to go! Best of luck with the labor/delivery!
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