Oh well, at least I can comfort myself with new clothes. I just got these black maternity jeans from Pink Blush in the mail and they certainly brightened my day. They are ridiculously soft. It's like wearing pajamas... only they are socially acceptable to wear outside the house. Expect more posts with them. My black and gold jewelry also came from Pink Blush, and the my blue tunic shirt was a thrift store steal. Here is a similar chiffon tunic for an awesome deal.
All maternity fashion aside, what really propels me forward is this little girl. Daily. Multiple times a day. When I'm tempted to succumb to self pity, she smiles at me. Or kisses me. Or demands "Mama, Dance!" so we dance around the kitchen. She is my light, and my constant reminder that what I'm doing will bring me more joy into my life than I can currently fathom. That's what happened with her, and I couldn't be more excited to experience that same pure joy again... only better. Because it will have doubled, and this time I'll be able to see the excitement of a new baby through her eyes too. I'll have another child that I will love as much as her, and she will have the priceless gift of a sibling. Life is good. It's beautiful, like her.
