It’s no secret that I’m a night owl, nor that a good majority of my creative writing practices occur long after the kids have gone to bed. I like it quiet. I need to decompress. I prefer to set myself up with everything I’ll need, so that I don’t have to interrupt myself part way through. A typical setup looks like a glass of water, my computer, all the couch pillows, usually a blanket, and often, a bowl of cereal. Especially when pregnant, I really don’t like to have to get up in the middle of writing. I just like to camp out until it’s done.

The only trouble with being all set up is that I’m also tired, and maybe it’s a little too cozy. Once I’m in my spot, not moving for a prolonged period means I’m also fighting sleep…just like I am tonight. The days are full and long right now, and even if they weren’t, my intermittent rest at night and the unholy hours I’ve been waking up leave a little something to be desired in the sleep department. With that in mind…

…Here we are and it’s late, and I’m exhausted, and falling asleep on this post will get me nowhere very quickly, so I’m calling a spade a spade. This project will forever have been a labor of love. I really hope our little honeybee knows that deep down someday, and that the depth of heart that’s here comes out unmistakably. For now, it’s time to recalibrate and sleep off some of this crazy-tired before a new day dawns tomorrow.

It’s all part of the journey, right? One step closer to meeting this babe, and that’s the perfect thing to document tonight. We’re getting there. I’m so thankful.

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