Save Draft, No Publish! Getting past the draft stage is rough. What did I write again,. Words are not flowing,. Distance between me and my words increases,.

I was trying to create a piece about my brother.

How I Relate to My Students. This belly gets in the way of everything, I can barely bend down, and lifting is out of the question. Tune in next for the pregnancy woes.

A month and a day. First you count the hours. Then the realization that its a day. Each milestone with a flurry of messages. Shared moments from 800 miles away. With the ones who share the pain. Each day is not better but its less worse. But then a month and a day. And it feels like day one.

Finally a warm spring day. Sunshine wraps you like a freshly cleaned blanket. Gentle breeze whispers in your ear. Grills waking up from a long winter nap. Joyous chatter of neighborhood kids. Bikes racing, balls rolling, sidewalk chalk scratching. Making up games, changing the rules.