So my writing took a major hit this winter when I found out I was pregnant. Like most women, I was plagued with morning sickness – or in my case, constant sickness. I never thought I’d be jealous of women who were nauseous every morning, but that was before I was nauseous every minute. The worst part was that my “morning” sickness was similar to motion sickness, in that doing anything that required careful concentration (such as, I don’t know, reading and writing) exacerbated it horribly. So I was basically forced into a two-and-a-half-month state of vegetation.
That stage finally ended, but then came the nagging issue of our living situation: a one-bedroom apartment with a baby on the way. Yeah, that wasn’t going to cut it. So we spent another month searching for, and finally finding (at the very end of the month, and not without due panic on my part) a really cool two-bedroom place.
Now, after the headache of moving and everything associated with it (really postal service? Three weeks, and still not one piece of forwarded mail?) it’s finally back to work. And my goal is to finish this dang manuscript before our little dude makes his debut. I’m on hiatus from work for the next five weeks, plus four more before my due date. I’ve got a lot of time now… but we’ll see how this turns out.