It’s March and I am in desperate need of any and all things Spring. So much so that my go to grey and black have taken a backseat to softer, more colorful shades. This pink blazer has been worn twice in one week. You know, just doing my part to force a season.
At 24 weeks I am finally feeling more myself (minus the 24/7 exhaustion and twenty degree rise in body temperature). Grapes, strawberries, crispy apples and peppermint tea are consumed in the masses daily. Sticky doesn’t mind all the produce but I do think he was tiring of the pickle and cheddar sandwiches for every “home cooked” meal. Lucky for him the cooking bug came back a few days ago and I am now venturing beyond grilled cheese. His excitement over enchiladas going into the oven had me feeling a tinge of guilt. After all, I have not been a good wife and properly feeding my husband of late. But then I remembered there’s a human being growing inside of me – guilt gone.