Do you ever have days where you feel like you've been sleep-walking through everything that's going on around you?
Today is one of those days for me.
I am not with it. Blame it on the post-Clomid-induced haze. Blame it on the estrogen. Blame it on that fact that I've been creating and editing parts of a writing/grammar textbook all week.
My. brain. is. fried.
I'm exhausted. I've been getting out of bed later and later each morning, meaning my poor husband has been getting out of bed earlier and earlier to help me get my things together for work--including making my lunch. What would I do without him?
1.5 more work days. Then I get to enjoy the weekend: freelance project (?), football, New Moon, and pajamas. Oh, and hopefully a couple of large follies growing inside my belly, too.