One breath at a time

I'm here. I'm around. There is some drama going on in my little world these days.

A dear friend is in trouble and I don't know how to help. A blast from my past turns up out of nowhere... in Brooklyn of all places. My office is in a state of constant uproar and distress.

I'm more exhausted on a daily basis than I've ever dreamed possible. The little person-in-process floating in my belly is causing some serious hormonal floods. My poor husband. He compliments me, I cry. He asks me if I want a glass of seltzer, I cry. He wakes me up when I fall asleep on the couch and tucks me into bed... finally I am too tired to cry.

Life is wonderful lately. And far more difficult than I'd like it to be. I'm starting to think of every experience as parenting training. Perspective is a beautiful thing. It's days like today that make me appreciate my mom to an indescribable degree.