The fiercest pregnancy craving I’ve had this time around is cold, loud, and, shockingly, calorie-free. It’s ice.
I have been crunching my way through a big bag every week. I eat it plain, with a spoon.
28 Weeks.
Do you know what my favourite part of pregnancy is? (Aside from the wonder of the miracle of life and the beauty of the baby’s kicks to my spleen.) Eating.
26.5 weeks. Mercy.
I used to think that Birkenstock sandals went perfectly with every possible outfit. When I was 16 I wore them with shorts, pants, and formal dresses, thinking they complemented each ensemble.
It’s so nice that the daylight hours are starting so early in the day. When I wake up there are sunbeams streaming into our living room and it makes for such a lovely start to the morning.