Published by admin on Wed, 11/05/2025 - 2:28pm
When I struggled into my once-baggy sweatpants on Wednesday last week, the only thing left that was comfortable at nine months pregnant and warm enough for working cows on a cold morning, I heard a seam pop and may have almost cried. Baby wasn’t due for another week and a half, and I knew that could mean three or three and a half weeks, and frankly I was just over it. Everything hurt, nothing fit, and I couldn’t reach down to tie my shoes. Heck, I couldn’t even see my toes if I looked down.