FIORELLA BIANCHI
It is an exciting Friday afternoon, and I am sitting with Francesco’s mother, Melda, on the bench at the soccer field because a soccer match is about to start, and our kids are part of the players. I am stoked because this is the first match they will be partaking in. My fiancé and Melda’s husband had gone to get us some hot dogs, but they should be back in a minute.
“So, how far are you?” Melda asks, making a conversation.
“I am thirty-one weeks and tired,” I wink, making her laugh.
“I have been there, so I understand what you mean. Only two months left now, so enjoy the best of it,”
I breathe out, reminiscing about my pregnancy. I really am enjoying it, especially because now it is so different. I have all the support from all those close to me.
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