popped too long

a friend and i were talking about the amount of women from church that are pregnant at any given time. before and during the time that i had kyra for a few years, there were usually about 8-10 women pregnant at one time, overlapping each other. it reminds me of popcorn when all the kernels are popping out of control. now, i feel like we’re at the point in the popping process when there’s just a few pops here and there. makes me realize that i’m getting old and getting to that point where if i don’t watch out, i’m gonna be a stinky, burnt kernel. i guess i’m past that inviting, delicious part of my life. i just have to face facts and hope i don’t get thrown out with the bag.