26 weeks and 6 days pregnant. Tonight is officially my last night in my 2nd trimester. Tomorrow is the beginning of our 3rd and final trimester and this last week, I have been deep in my feel and crying lots.
On my way to our bedroom tonight, I passed the guest bedroom where we have the instax photos framed in the hallway and I stopped and stared at the picture of mommy, papa, and I. I smiled at what a sweet picture that was and what a sweet period that was that I got to live with and spend time with the both of them together for the first time in my adult life. (Realizing I want that to be a whole post of it’s own: Making a reel on how my mom and dad met for the first time and writing a story about that period of my life with the journal entries from that time)
Seeing that picture of mommy, papa, and I made me realize how I won’t get to take a picture like that again and that was my last and only time I’d get to live with and enjoy their presence together. It was as if, papa was here now, but mommy was back home in LA and I almost forgot that she’s not here anymore. That I can’t go back to visit her to let that happen again.
I feel like ever since I met vitor, I got swept away into this adventure (dating, bus life, international travels, etc.), even Peace Corps actually, that I got to step away and live this separate simultaneous life with her experiencing a different reality in a different space as I shared from my adventure and she was having an adventure of her own (started with her dancing friends, festivals, travels, and then her medical and cancer experiences that felt so close and so far at the same time.
It just hit me tonight. Like a reminder. That here I am off on another adventure with my hubby and seeing her picture had me feeling guilty that she’s not here and living a separate simultaneous reality of her own wherever she is.













