Today my son napped for 2 hours and 40 minutes. Guess how many words I got written in that amount of time! Just guess!!
I ate lunch. I did the dishes. I napped. And that, friends, is a productive day for me. Being pregnant is seriously harshing my vibe, yo. It’s crushing my spirit. And my bladder. And with a minimum caffeine intake, there’s no more magic elixir to keep me up nights (or days, apparently) writing my heart out.
I’m over here like, thank God I’m not puking my heart out because that’s the best I can expect these days.
Any other pregnant writers out there losing their groove?