Everything is the SAME. No matter how much I blog, or change jobs, or talk it out, or cry it out, or enjoy little things, it is still the SAME.
Meanwhile, is everyone I know popping out babies? Sure seems like it.
Goddammit.
Goddammit.
For, while the tale of how we suffer, and how we are delighted, and how we may triumph is never new, it always must be heard. There isn't any other tale to tell, it's the only light we've got in all this darkness.
Seriously, there is something about summer! At the farmer's market this week, it seemed like every woman was enormously pregnant. These milestones are hard. Half a year is long and short, and I remember it being challenging. Hang in there, mama. xo
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