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?
