I’ve got nothing.
No inspiration, no encouragement, no funny stories.
John was sick in the night; poor baby. I woke up this morning to tackling the laundry that comes with that.
?} <—John just typed that. He’s here right now. We’re lying on the floor in front of the fireplace. John wants a cookie. What does mommy want? She doesn’t know.
I tried to have a nap today. I can’t believe how much sleep I crave in early pregnancy. I couldn’t shut off my mind. I woke up and decided to make fudge. I feel like fudge. That’s what mommy wants. It’s cooling right now. Maybe that will fix me.
Fudge on Friday. That sounds like something I could get used to!