Where did I go?

I have not been able to dance in a while.

For the past year I have been a pole dancing soccer mom. Pole dancing is how I express myself. This is how I exercise. This is how I get out. This is me.

I have prided myself on being active. On playing. But now, I can't. My arm is in a cast which is making things hard. Then my breathing is obnoxious. And I am pregnant. My identity is missing.