I am walking down the street with a heavy briefcase and have had to stop every 50 yards or so to rest for a few seconds. I am hoping it is because I am still just very weak from having been so crazy-sick, but then I realized (and I can't really believe it), this could just be the joy of ... third trimester slamming me like a whore on a conjugal visit. Please let me just still be a bit weak.
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