Today marks 50 days until the first day of spring. And that feels way too far away. I've been ready for springtime since the new year. It happens every year. Something switches on inside me and I'm craving bright colors and shopping for swimwear and sandals. In January. Even more irrational this year because I won't fit into a cute swimsuit until after the baby comes (in June) and I get back to normal. But I can't help it. My mind is filled with images of throwing on a light sundress, riding my bike to the farmers market to pick up flowers, and arranging them around my house.
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Dear Groundhog, PLEEEEEASE don't see your shadow on Saturday. Thank you.
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I am SO so with you here. I can't wait. I'm sick of dismal winter, and my kiddos being stuck inside... and spring means this huge melon in my stomach will finally be coming out! I miss you!
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