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.

Today I need to remind myself of this…

Freshness trembles beneath the surface of
everyday, a joy perpetuated to all who catch
its opal lights beneath the dust of habit.

Freya Stark (1942)

Cick on over to the Soapbox Queens to check out my saga of our His-n-Her Trees.

Oooh-la-la! There’s a special holiday giveaway going on at the Soapbox Queens today. Click here to bop over and enter.

Every year my mom gives us money. Well, she sends it to me and I’m supposed to Christmas shop.
I’ve made the shopping easy.

This year I’m buying an opportunity for my family to see the fabulous exhibit of China’s Terracotta Army and exhibitions loaned from the Louvre…and in February Georgia O’Keeffe and the Women of the Stieglitz Circle.

I’m renewing our family membership to Atlanta’s High Museum of Art. A year’s worth of free outings to see some of the most remarkable artwork — sounds like a bargain to me.

Yesterday morning I was upstairs, the glasses were downstairs. I thought I turned the heat to 62. Later in the morning I went back upstairs and it was pretty darn cold. Not only was it decidedly chilly but I could feel a blast of COLD air hitting me in my face. This time I had on my glasses. Yep, you guessed it. I’d turned on the air conditioning. All the heat from the downstairs was rising and the ac was kicking in to cool it back down. Nothing like cooling down the house in the middle of winter.

Yesterday on Soapbox Queens we queens were elffed. Click here to take a look. It’s pretty funny.

I’m out of the office today, but I thought I’d share this conversation between me and my beloved DH with you:

DH: How’s the book coming?

Me: Pretty good. I wrote a love scene today.

DH: That’s it?

Me: Whaddaya mean, that’s it? It was fifteen pages and it took me all day.

DH: How does it take all day and fifteen pages to write “They bleeped.”

Me: It’s a little more involved than that.

Oh, well, he’s a man. I guess it’s not really any more complicated than that for him.