So my dad talked me down again last night. He asked " you're really unhappy aren't you?" Then it all spilled out. My fears, my inadequacies, my thoughts that being a mom was a huge mistake for me. He responded that he wasn't surprised. "You aren't the nurturing type. I'm not saying this to be mean but you've always been like that. And I know that must be hard especially in this world that demands women do it all. But you are going to be so great with her when she's older. I know."

At that point I'm sobbing. He gets it. My daddy gets it. Of course he does.