When did I struggle?
Living with friends for a couple months. I struggled not because I didn’t appreciate
the company or the gesture of letting us live there during the first two months
of Benjamin’s life – but because it wasn’t on the west side near “our” post
office, church, “our” bank, “our” places to eat. The good part of it all was realizing how
much our community meant to us.
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Morning Sickness. ‘Nuf Said.
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Knowing when to say enough is enough in several
circumstances that should not be mentioned in a public forum – when is the
appropriate time to throw in the towel.
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Knowing
how many of pregnancy struggles – both the physical ones and the emotional ones
to share with those around me.
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Saying goodbye to our foster family.
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Getting broken into several times over the
summer leaving us feeling unsafe to stay in that apartment and having a
contract for a house but having awhile inbetween and that inbetween be when we
were supposed to bring a child into the world.
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Explaining why people should still come to
Chicago even with the nationally publicized violence.
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