I am relieved to say that I have survived 2013. The first half was fine, but the second half has been a very intense roller coaster.
I survived money problems. Barely.
I survived the miscarriage of pregnancy number three, but more importantly, I survived the emotional black hole that followed.
I have so far survived pregnancy number four, and believe me, it has been worse than previous pregnancies. I have survived being so nauseous I needed Zofran, the headaches, the dizziness, the inevitable fatigue, and the extreme hormonal mood swings.
I survived Christmas. I don't know how, but I did.
As the year ends, ponder this: sometimes saying you survived something is as good as it gets. It's not " I won the lottery", but it's something.
To sum up, here's an appropriate song: