It comes in waves...

It comes in waves...

Last night, when I was watching Grey's Anatomy (my guilty pleasure!), the perky Dr. peer counselor of Izzy told her, "It comes in waves..."
(If you're not a fan of the show, why not?! and if you are, then you know what I'm talking about - it's too complicated to share the backstory behind that line)
And I knew exactly what she meant.
It comes in waves.
This feeling of exhaustion.
In waves.
The times I feel overwhelmed.
Sometimes, they're BIG huge waves and I feel like I'm drowning. Other times, they're small ones that hit me in the gut. I just take a breath, shake it off and get back up.
And it's during these waves that I find myself blogging. So I guess, I'd like to assure you (I know I've got family reading this even when they do not leave their mark) that I am fine most of the time. You don't have to worry even when my posts seem so *negative* all the time. They come in waves. During calmer days, I don't ge to blog because there are other things I'd much rather do. It is when I am hit by the wave that I need a way to release and this blog just so happens to be it.
So, don't feel too bad for me.
Continue to pray for me, this pregnancy and this baby.
We all need it.