Things keep changing, no matter how much I will them to keep still. It’s almost unbelievable that this little girl
who builds sandcastles and begs to be buried
was once horrified by the prospect of sand.
That the girl wadding out with a friend (faster than Mama can keep up),
then sitting down,
spent summers crying if she was even carried next to waves.
Now our little fish tries out friends’ swimming pools
with a little nervousness, but lots of bravery and excitement, too.
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.