Ellie had to try out the swimming goggles.
Clearly, they weren’t as great as expected.
She took a nose dive on concrete last week.
Tomorrow I see an ob for the first time for this pregnancy. At this point, I plan a hospital birth instead of a home birth. Strange to give up a dream, but I am pretty confident it’s what I want. Weird moment, though. I’ve been tired but less nauseous lately. I’m two weeks away from second trimester. It’s gone slow and fast all are the same time. There’s been some very long moments, anyway. I’ve been feeling baby move for a week or two now. That feeling never gets old. (Okay, when baby is nearing birth and trying to break my ribs to get a bit more room it’s somewhat unpleasant but, for now, I’m loving it.)
Typically I’d start school again tomorrow, the first full week in July. I cannot bring myself to do it. Thinking I’ll aim for August instead… Ugh. Five students and two littles has me intimidated.
I’m lacking creativity. My seam ripper got more hours of a workout than my sewing machine during my last project. Writing has lost its funny. Any minute now I can wake up from this fog and get back into the swing of things. In the meantime, I just keep on doing the next thing and my kids are getting really good at pitching in more than normal. Not ideal, but we’re surviving.