who builds sandcastles and begs to be buried
was once horrified by the prospect of sand.
This week I am 14 weeks pregnant, entering the second trimester, unpacking maternity clothes from plastic bins in the attic, and getting some of my energy back. We’ve started rearranging furniture, thinking about the very few things we will need, and getting rid of stuff to make room for stuff of the baby variety. January feels ages away, but then I look at Nora changing and growing every day before my eyes I know the time will fly by, so my crazy planning self is already getting a jump on nesting.