Just like riding a bicycle, and other myths….

You know when you think you know exactly what you’re doing, because you’ve done it so many times before (even if you haven’t done it for a while---and you thought you'd never do it again), it should be “just like riding a bicycle”???
Here’s the bicycle metaphor for my life right now….
Even though I thought I was a pro at bicycle riding---this is my 6th journey after all, it turns out the bike is in terrible shape this time. It’s old and rusty, some of the parts are broken and irreparable, and it has never been off-roading before. So far the journey is not quite half over and there is no smooth path in sight.
How’s that???
What I mean to say is.....this pregnancy has been kicking my behind. As excited as I am to be on this journey again, I spend the majority of my days sick in bed. So far, I’ve had the added bonus of 5 additional weeks (past the usual 12) of “morning, i.e. all day sickness” (and counting) and a few complications that I’ve never experienced in the past (or even heard of). Turns out it’s nothing like riding a bicycle.
But nothing good comes without a price, right? My excitement and optimism have become slightly hidden in the fog, but they’re still there. Plus, I’ve become sort of like the human TV Guide, so the past 4 months haven’t been entirely lost.
At times I remember that I have a blog and email and phone messages to respond to, but I usually end up right back in bed before I actually finish those thoughts.
For a little while, I discovered what I thought was a “miracle drug”. It allowed me to go on a couple brief trips and enjoy myself. Future blog posts to follow….
But the miracle ended, and the medicine stopped working….alas. Back in bed…more TV to watch.