I think my poor husband was looking for any sign that I might be feeling better. Living with a tired, nauseous woman cannot be that fun. As he kissed me goodbye Friday morning (I was already up and ready to go to work myself), he looked at me and smiled.
He said, "You're glowing!"
I said, "It's a new blush."
It is a good blush.
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The routinely honest or honestly routine blog of a new-ish mother. Telling the truth about establishing a routine for my children and the not quite perfect results.
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