adjusting, slowly

Another unexpected absence. A couple of very exhausting weeks later and I'm finally home, trying to regain a little normality. A little structure. Something resembling how things 'used to be'. Finally feeling like there is a little life growing inside me. Embracing the fluttery kicks and expanding belly. Slowly adjusting to the old + the new. Awaiting the desire to create...

Twenty-two weeks and the nausea has subsided, but only with the help of medication. It is a very small dose, but each time I try to get by without, it comes back full force. The doctor feels it is more important to ensure the baby is getting the nutrition it needs, but I'm still a little disappointed that my pregnancy hasn't been as natural as I would have liked. I'm happy to do whatever is best for our little one, though, and am comforted by the increasingly powerful and unexpected little kicks that are sprinkled throughout my day.

I am anxiously awaiting inspiration, the desire to create something, anything. I feel absolutely drained of all creative energy and can't seem to focus on even the simplest of projects. I always envisioned being able to lovingly create things for my own little one as an incredibly special and meaningful time. Right now this dream seems a little out of reach and I can't help feeling lost + overwhelmed. Perhaps a little more time is all that is needed...until then I will try not to be so neglectful of all things that require me to turn on my computer {this has been somewhat of a struggle over the past few weeks}. Email. Flickr. Bloglines.