One year.

So, it has been over a year since I started this blog last April. Back then, I was pregnant, neurotic, creative, and needing an outlet. Today I am watching my daughter’s first birthday approaching with what could only be described as a mix of trepidation, excitement, and nausea.

She can’t be one. No. She is still a tiny baby, wrapped up in my arms. Toddler? Never!

*sigh* Okay, so she is going to be a year old soon. Even now my maternity leave would be ending, even though I never really had one. I’m working frantically to gain new freelance work, but have just now discovered that every proposal I’ve sent to a Craigslist or oDesk gig posting hasn’t even been received. The fact that out of over 15 proposals I had never even received a response was beginning to affect my self esteem until I realized that, and now I’m simply frustrated and *still* have only a few things on my calendar.

I have committed to bringing in $3000/month through my freelance business, while doing daycare for my best friend’s daughter and caring for my daughter, while hubby works outside of the home, and taking care of the house. Am I taking on too much?

I feel like I can never sleep, and I’m losing weight at a rate of close to 2 lbs/day. Then again, the last part of that I don’t entirely hate…

Am I alone? Please tell me I’m not alone…

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