I was admiring my finished porch photos when I noticed this:
Tell me that doesn’t look like a little girl hanging out in the spare bedroom.
M thinks this photo is creepy but I think maybe it’s a good sign.
I am totally guilty of being baby crazy (one round of IVF down, ugh) and I know it’s just the light or whatever. But it feels like somebody just grabbed me by the heart and squeezed. Like: here she is.
Fingers crossed that maybe this means something-- maybe it was the crystals? ;) Maybe it’s the house? Maybe it’s finally going to happen for us? I need some good news to take my mind off the asbestos underneath my kitchen floor. Come on, baby.
Can you see her?