A week ago last Wednesday was the official beginning of my second trimester. According to pregnancy lore, I have now entered the “golden months” of my pregnancy.
Honestly, my body feels like it is still solidly in the first trimester. I’m trying to make a go of pretending otherwise. No worries; I’m still getting plenty of sleep. I’ve just been really pushing myself to get back to getting things done.
A week and a half into my “you can do this, brooke!” campaign, things are shaping up. Our house is cleaner and a bit more organized. My Project Life book is sufficiently caught up. I finally mailed out some long-intended notes to friends and family. And so on. I am pooped, but my brain has moved into a more peaceful state.
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