12:03 early Wednesday afternoon (1 May 2013)

when the birds sing

I'm going to get all mushy again and use this space to gush about how good my husband is to me. he's always been a lot sweeter to me than I deserve probably, but ever since he learned I'm carrying his baby he's been nothing but beautiful and caring to me. even though I often just want to lay down and have a nap he's always doing things for me around the house, like dishes and laundry and cooking. plus his cuddles are out of this world

in other news, I dropped an edamame into my orange juice. oh well.