There are so many things going wrong in this world today. There are so many things that could have gone wrong in my second pregnancy. I was remined of that reading this post while searching for my next hit of baking therapy.
As i sit on the couch with Baby Wiglet propped up on my legs, i tear up in gratitude at how healthy she is. She is a healthy, beautiful baby. Seven weeks in and, touch wood, things are going relatively smoothly. Then she rips a fart. Comedy genius. Keeping it real.