Some days, some weeks this is how I feel. I wish I could go back to a kid and just cry when I need to convey something. It just seems less complicated then how we deal with things as adults. I've had a great week considering what I just wrote. It has been an overwhelming week. An exhausting week. I've ate a lot of peanut butter, agave, and banana sandwiches. I want to sleep all the time too. My coffee hasn't quite widened my eyes like normal. I am still yawning far too often. I am sure that has something to do with the 3 am call on monday from my doula client who thought her water broke. Later in the day, we discovered it wasn't her water and the hospital staff actually weren't sure what it was... ah the mystery of the body, it is endless. I love that. I made it out for a 20 mile run in Quicksilver on tuesday without any exciting news. Then wednesday at 4:30 am, she was officially in labor. I've got another client due so another baby could be coming into the world any day. Before I write more, I am going to take a nap... more to come...