Naivete is sooo..... five years ago.

I had a moment on the phone with my friend, Linda. I adore Linda. She is my neighbor. She's a school counselor, and I tell you, she's my own personal counselor, the poor woman. I don't even really like to talk on the phone all that much, but she always seems to know when to call to chat and when to pop over with a thoughtfully baked muffin or a request for a companion to Trader Joe's or what have you... she's just thoughtful like that... and she doesn't seem to mind when I talk her ear off. Have I mentioned that I love Linda?

Well, at the end of my 15-minute phone call with Linda, saying goodbye, I teared up. Hormones, obviously... crabby, raging, 'I have no idea why' kind of hormones... but then there's this other big thing that just sort of hit me. There is so much of what is about to happen (again) in our lives - that we chose! - that we're excited about! - that is so out of our control, and so challenging... And it's quite a different deal when you KNOW what you're walking into. It makes it much harder to be naive.

I want my naive 8 month-pregger self back! Yeah.... right.