It sounds whiny, but being pregnant takes so much energy. And time. I honestly had no idea. I originally thought I'd get lots of writing done before the babies get here, but I haven't written a thing in weeks. Bad, bad, bad.
Instead, my time and energy have been spent in manners both important and frivolous, including but not limited to the following:
-worrying about the babies, who have a growing size discrepancy that the specialist originally thought might be TTTS (but probably is not).
-driving back and forth to the big city to see the specialist every other week
-rejoicing the babies are completely healthy so far (yeehaw!)
-going on a three-day babymoon to Rosemary Beach (although we didn't bring Lucille this time, for obvious reasons)
-scouting and buying retro furniture on Craigslist for the nursery
-making owls for the crib mobiles:
(get pattern here)
-spending three hours registering at Babies R Us, which is a completely different planet
-watching American Idol (go Crystal!)
-and watching Castle (a MUST for mystery writers! and Nathan Fillion fans!)
-sleeping semi-comfortably (albeit undignifed-ly) thanks to my Snoogle:
And there you have it. I could have gone on and on, but I've already broken my promise not to post much about the babies or being pregnant. I'm sorry about that. My guilt over it is only outweighed by my guilt at being a lazy no-posting blogger, so this is the kind of post you get.