Golden Hours

Remember how terrified I was the first time around? Every cramp, every weird feeling, every Google search at 2am convinced I was doing something wrong. This time feels completely different.

Golden Hours

Maybe it’s because I know my body can do this now. Maybe it’s because I’m too busy chasing a four-year-old to overthink every symptom. Or maybe it’s just that magical second trimester energy everyone talks about – the one I was too anxious to enjoy with Sophie.

I’m still running (slowly, very slowly), still feeling strong, still marveling that there’s a whole human growing in there while I go about my regular Saturday morning routine. The body is incredible, you guys. Even when it’s doing the impossible, it just… keeps going.

Off for a gentle 3-miler before Sophie wakes up demanding pancakes. Some things never change.