it's not about you.
second trimester chronicles: chocolate mousse, dirty looks, and the magic in the mundane.
“Everything grows rounder and wider and weirder, and I sit here in the middle of it all and wonder who in the world you will turn out to be.”
—Carrie Fisher
It’s late on a winter evening. Joe and I are sitting on the couch, exchanging a worried glance. I don’t feel… anything… anymore.