about the quiet of the house first thing in the morning. I’m looking through the posts of the people I’ve come to think of as friends. They are supportive and thoughtful. I’m clean from the shower, drinking my water, and feeling the baby in me wake up. She’s stretching and making her presence known. There’s a daddy-long-legs spider in the corner minding his own business, so I’ll let him stay. There are bills on the desk, but we have the money to pay them. My son and My husband are both comfortably asleep in bed.

In a few minutes, I’ll get up and get ready for work. It’s a good job, even though I wish it were something else. It will hurt to walk today because the baby is causing sciatic issues. I will loose my cool several times today because that is my problem lately. But at the end of the day, when I pick Andrew up, he will run to me and shout “MOMMY” and give me the biggest smile and hug.

Life is good.

Life is good.