I told myself I wouldn’t become that person who talks about pregnancy all the time… but pregnancy refuses to be ignored.
From throwing up nonstop, surviving on crackers, unsolicited food advice, forbidden sleeping positions, to living by faith whenever I bend down, this season has humbled me completely. It’s uncomfortable, exhausting, and sometimes hilarious.
But I’m also deeply grateful. Love has carried me, my people have carried me, and somehow, we’re still here.
Happy New Year from a tired, thankful, very predictable bore. 💙
