I recently spoke with a friend who was struggling with her transition from the military into motherhood. At nine months pregnant, she'd just moved across the country, left the Army, lost her support system, started grad school, and set up a new household. In my eyes she was a superstar. "But," she told me, "when my husband comes home and asks me what I did all day, all I can say is, 'Nothing, really. Well...I emptied the dishwasher.' Megan, I just feel so lazy and unproductive!" "Ohmigosh, me, too!" I gushed earnestly, "seriously, if only you knew!" We commiserated for almost an hour. I know her pain. And I know others do, too. As an "experienced" mom of three (stifling a laugh here) in a crowd of friends leaving jobs and venturing into motherhood, I get a lot of cries for help with the same theme. "I feel you!" I say. "I've been there, too," I say. [More like I am there]. "It's nor