It's a tough time for me. And I know I'm little miss drama queen, always something wrong, always something to "overcome," always something to complain about... Whatever. This time I mean it. I want to chronicle details but at the same time be protective and vague, so I'll just mention again that pregnancy is overwhelmingly lonely, and even more so when you're single. Single. Single. Single mom. Can't get that through my head.
It's times like these I like to remember my favorite stuff. You know, stuff that makes you happy no matter what.
Stuff like:
Nicole Richie Calvin and Hobbes Jay Leno's headlines high top converse Kneaders' brownies kittens with attitude problems a new pair of sweats white lilies A Series of Unfortunate Events rainy weeks Disneyland bird decor Ellen DeGeneres great white sharks flannel shirts eel sushi House Halloween mi familia chips and salsa from Chili's card games with my mom shopping with my sister reading Roald Dahl with Emma watching Keaton's football games stealing my dad's candy red hair
I always forget how lucky I am. I always forget how blessed I am. I always forget that no man is an island, that I'm not alone, not really. I may not have the company I think I want, but the company I keep is damn good.
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