My life has taken me on many journeys. I left home when I was 14 years old, I have been without a home, I have been through many family changes (multiple step dads, living with my Aunt, parents in jail/prison, family addictions as well as personal), 50 plus moves, an equal amount of boyfriends. High School, college, jobs.
Through it all, I think that I have managed to keep it all together, and can say with some confidence that I turned out to be a fairly well rounded, stable individual. That is until I got pregnant. And now all rhyme and reason is out the window.
I can honestly say that nothing in my life to date compares to the emotional and physical ride that pregnancy has taken me for. From morning sickness and worry, to sleeplessness and fatigue, to insecurity and depression, to anger and resentment. Wee!