mercurial scribe

I am tired. Just really, really tired. My writing is really starting to take off, the apartment is an absolute disaster, I have a slew of doctor’s appointments and various baby-mania type errands to run. This week (Thursday) I’ll be ushered into my 7th month of pregnancy and yet all I want to do is sleep.

I LOVE sleep. Especially since the new flannel sheets my Mom gave us are so soft and warm. Our room gets nice and cool in the darkness of winter with light rain pattering away on the bushes outside our window and I just want to sleep. Sweet sweet slumber that in a little less than 3 months will be going away for awhile…

Maybe it’s just today (the third Monday in January) is the most depressing day of the year. Maybe it’s that I’m pregnant and getting more hormonal (aka crazy) by the day. Maybe it’s that all I want is my bed and like a sleepy, grumpy 2-year-old I’m whining about the fact that I’m not getting my desired nap! Whatever it is, I’m exhausted.

More snippets from the preggo-brain:

In other news, it looks like my baby shower plans are coming together. March 15th at a little Italian restaurant. (Why are all the main events in my life linked to Italian food? LOL)

I love writing as a career. Really. It’s awesome and I love that I can do this from home. It’s mentally exhausting and such a rush to be challenged again. Now, I just hope I can make my quarterly income projection (a whopping $2k). Cross thy fingers, my dears.

I hate that my apartment is a disaster. It makes me feel icky and grimy on the inside, but I’m just fighting so much fatigue from my meds and the pregnancy that half the time I just give up. The other half is like today: full of determination and nesting-will power.

I will try to be a better blogger and keep this site updated more than just the Thursday “Dear Miri” posts. If I don’t, you know it’s because I’m catching some zzz’s on the bed with the Zoëster.

Mercurial out!