Unmotivated

Pregnancy has made me very unmotivated.

I'm not sure if it's the hormones, the lethargy, 

or the lack of Adderal in my system but 

something has turned me into a slug and

I'm not at all happy about it.

Instead of motivated, I'm anxious and guilt 

ridden, worrying all the time about what I'm 

not accomplishing instead of enjoying what 

I am (which isn't much, except growing

a human being inside of me). 

My house is a mess, my closets need organized, 

the kitchen cabinet doors still need a coat or two 

of paint, and there's that 194 page novel that 

needs a conclusion and a final edit.

There's a pile of clean laundry draped over the

living room chair, a friend's first novel that needs a 

read, kitten claws that need a trim, and a baby 

registry that needs to materialize at some point.

Did I mention that I'm going back to work in a few

weeks and have a new prep to plan for?

Instead of getting to work on one of the above

projects, I'm finding a bit of satisfaction in 

working my way through the queue on our DVR;

today, I knocked out two episodes of Huge, a few

Bethenny Getting Married, a couple of Teen Moms

and an episode of Solve My Mystery.

Ah, accomplishment.

Sidebar: Am I the only one who thinks that the 

flight attendant who fled down the slide should be 

punished to the fullest extent of the law and not

allowed to profit from any entertainment deals?