Touch and go...

It's bumpy road, these Workshop weeks.

I went up to visit Nate while he was in LA this past week. When he's at the workshop he's on, 24/7, and it's hard to get his attention. But I've seen him there enough by now that at least I know what to expect. It's hard to see him so stressed out. And I miss him while he's gone. And I miss the things that he's missing because he's too distracted to hear about them while he's gone. But in the grand scheme of things it's really not that bad. I can't imagine what military families go thorugh. That would be like the Workshop on steroids, times 100%. It was good to see him, though, and I know he misses being around to watch over me and make sure that Eden and I are okay.

Speaking of Eden, she is getting big enough now that her movements are further apart, but when she does move they are much more apparent. I can often feel her bones--maybe a heel or an elbow?--through my stomach. She must still be head-down, back out, because I think what I feel deep inside must be her arms and what I feel on the surface of my belly must be her legs and feet. She has become most definitely active between 4 and 6 p.m. and again later in the evening, around 9 or 10. I wonder what she looks like while she's moving around in there. It makes me smile when all of a sudden I get a 1-2-3 jab in the side; it's like our little secret that she's horsing around in there, and only she and I know it.

Anyway, now that I'm back I have to get used to living alone all over again. I've got a lot to do to keep me busy, which is the key to success. And there are other perks, like the bathroom stays cleaner longer, and the laundry doesn't pile up as quickly. For the record, though, I'd trade it all in a nanosecond to have Nate back home!