these last couple of months have been a doozy. some women flit through pregnancy with grace and poise. not i - at least not in the first trimester. i take the opportunity to grumble about my incessant nausea to anyone who'll listen (but mostly to my lovin' husband). i would mope around day and night if i didn't have a one-and-a-half year old ray of sunshine to entertain.
she inspires me. in her presence, i find that i can somehow muster up the strength to giggle and tickle and spin despite my queasiness.
the one who requires so much of my energy is also the one bestowing it upon me.
cool how that works.
