I woke up this morning feeling awful - not physically sick, just overwhelmed and tearful and not feeling like I could face the day-to-day grind. Pregnancy can be frustrating like that sometimes, I think.
But am grateful for:
Marmousch who brought me treats in the form of her coffee, fresh bread, and snuggly baby towels. And Steve who made me put my feet in the rainbow reflections of light coming through the window. Just to make me laugh.