Thursday

Since mid-July I have had 13 people that I know from high school, college, work, etc. inform me that they are pregnant.

Handling this has been much harder than I had ever anticipated.  Most of the time, I'm totally fine and excited.  But then, once in awhile, I want to cry and eat chocolate.  Right now, I'm in one of the eating chocolate (or whatever other junk food I can get my hands on) kind of moods.

It feels as though pregnancy is being thrown in my face.  It seems as though every time I get a text, see a friend, or open up blasted facebook that someone else is letting the whole world know that they are pregnant.  The ones that really get to me are the ones due the same time we would be due.  It's hard to not think "that should be me!".

I'm journaling, praying, writing the good parts of my days down...but it's hard to not go to that place where I feel sorry for myself.  On days like this, the only saving grace, is that I love to workout extra hard.  Besides drowning my sorrows in chocolate, it's the only thing that makes me feel better.

And hugging Neva.  And I get to do a lot of that right now, as Eric is on a work trip.

I mean, look at this little lady...