There's nothing quite like motherhood; it's an eclectic mix of endings and beginnings, all at once. The end of pregnancy, the beginning of the deepest sleep exhaustion I'll ever know. The end of being a duo, the reality of being a trio. The beginning of love that outweighs and outmoves the ocean, the end of just figuring out myself.
Motherhood is amazing, but it's not for the faint of heart and it's not for someone who does not want to take the journey. I empathize more with women who end their pregnancies than I'll ever admit to my husband for this reason; motherhood is as difficult as it is infinite.
My son is 14 months now, and he is my greatest joy and my greatest test.
It's been... Quite a long time since I've written a pillow book. I miss all the friends I made here, but I don't think any of them care to talk to me anyway - I don't even think most of them remember me. One does but she and I talk in other spaces anyway.
I'm not sure exactly what my goal is here, except to write regularly. Maybe reconnect? Who knows.