When I was pregnant, I liked being pregnant. Aside from a little bit of morning sickness and gagging every time I brushed my teeth(which really wasn’t so grand), it was a wonderful experience. Except I thought it would never end. That ninth month took FOREVER. It seemed as if it was close to being over but I just couldn’t quite get there. Well, of course the baby did come and she’s pretty wonderful now.
That’s what writing this book is like. 
I’m so close, almost there, just push a little harder…and it still hasn’t come. 
I’ve damn near got bedsores on my ass from sitting in this chair so much. 
Could someone please at least take pity and administer an epidural? 
I think it will be wonderful. I’ll love it and be proud of it but I want it out! I want it done! I want to send this baby to the nursery to be cleaned up and prettied up and then sent back to me to ooh and aah over it. 
Well…thank you…I do feel better. Well, not really, but thanks for listening. 
Excellent comparison, Jen. Keep pushing!
Comment by Rhonda — December 12, 2007 @ 6:40 am
Hang in there girlie, it’s coming soon….
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Comment by Ginger — December 12, 2007 @ 8:20 am
See, I didn’t like being pregnant. It was cool to grow a person and all, but been there, done that.
I was a grumpy pregnant woman, so maybe that explains why I’m a grumpy writer…
Comment by Kimberly — December 12, 2007 @ 9:34 am
I’m pushing, Rhonda.
I hope you’re right, Ginger.
LOL, Kimberly! I liked it overall but I’m pretty sure I managed many days of grumpy. I do grumpy well.
Comment by Jennifer — December 12, 2007 @ 11:15 am
An epidural for writing. That’s brilliant! I’d love one too.
Comment by Lia — December 15, 2007 @ 12:03 am