I've been feeling that time slips by so quickly. I'm 26 weeks pregnant, I'm in my third year of teaching, I'm 27 years old. Where is time? What has happened?

Does this continue? Do you always look back and realize that life has kept going, even when you least expected it? The song from 'Rent' - Seasons of Love - reminds me of this. I can't find the version I'm thinking of, which I believe was performed as an extra track for the soundtrack (with stevie wonder and the cast), but here is the one from the musical:

five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
five hundred twenty five thousand moments so dear
five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
how do you measure? measure a year

in daylights,
in sunsets,
in midnights,
in cups of coffee,
in inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife

in five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
how do you measure a year in a life?

how about love?
how about love?
how about love?
measure in love...
seasons of love...
seasons of love...

(female soloist)
five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
five hundred twenty five thousand journeys to plan
five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
how do you measure a life of a woman or a man

(male soloist)
in truths that she learned
or in times that she cried
in bridges he burned
or the way that she died

(all)
its time now to sing out though the story never ends
let's celebrate remember a year in a life
of friends

remember the love...
(oh you gotta remember the love)
remember the love...
(oh yeah, its a gift from up above)
remember the love...
(sing out, give out, measure your life in looooooove...!!!)
seasons of love...
seasons of love...

The version I'm thinking of references diapers, report cards and the like. Realities to be, I guess.

Rent can teach us a lot.

I'm enjoying pregnancy right now. Not my lungs at this point, but pregnancy is nice. Then the real work begins.

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