The Waiting Game

The baby has dropped. I feel like I have one endless menstrual cramp pulsing in my lowerds (read: lower abdomen). I am having the early warning signs. Yet, I’m still two weeks until due. And I am T-I-R-E-D. 

You know you need to get out of the house when…

at 10 AM you are rationalizing settling into a movie with a pint of ice cream in tow. Realizing my insanity (and not a moment too soon) I promptly dressed in real clothes and left for Starbucks. There is something about public that requires productivity.

The morning’s achievement: three magazine queries sent, procrastination avoided.