So, I think I have this whole thing figured out. Pregnancy is one indignity after another, but they all have a purpose!
To break your will so that you're ready for labor. By the time you're that far along, you won't mind pooping in front of a roomful of strangers!
That said, I am having a very good day. Good doctor visit, good lunch, feeling better every day, etc.
But! I can not seem to force a blog post out of myself at all these days. I've tried. Oh, how I've tried. I have scads of unfinished, whiny, rambling blog posts. I am really fumbling with this whole balancing work and pregnancy thing. Suddenly, listing things on Etsy is such a chore. I can't remember to relist expired items.
I thought I would be all over crafting things for the baby. Instead, I am all over the house, napping. Or eating. If I could do both things at once, I would. None of my pants fit any more, by the way. (And I'm only 11 weeks along! This bodes well.)
I hate to admit it, but it's like most of my creative energy has been absorbed by the baby. I'm creating something really big and complicated, and suddenly my brain doesn't have the extra space to dream up new creatures and designs.
I feel a nap coming on, so I need to tie this up. I can't think of a conclusion. Um...things are good, but different, and that is a little nerve wracking. Profound!