My life is filling up with tiny things. Little socks and tiny sunglasses.
Everything is so little.
Today was the last day of my second trimester. I have three more months to go before our little human is scheduled to arrive. It’s all beginning to feel real and I am so excited.
Somehow, every day feels like I’ve run at least half a marathon. I can barely stay awake to cook dinner. A trip to the grocery store feels like a day-long outing. I feel like I can just barely make ends meet – and that’s OK by me.
But I can’t take on a single extra thing.
Even the tiniest task is one too many after putting so much energy into staying afloat.
That said, the tiniest gestures also make all the difference in the world. When someone holds a door or offers to drop something off to me… Well that makes me feel like I’ve got this. Like I’m not alone.
Tiny things make all the difference in the world.