My stomach is knotted and slowly sinking (or rising...depending on the moment).
That overwhelming sinking feeling is threatening to overpower me as I think about when the baby is due and how much I haven't been working on my books. I've been researching so much about marketing that I haven't been spending enough time on actually ensuring the books are together and ready. It's a balancing act that is foreign to me, and frankly stress-inducing (which I'm told is really bad for pregnancy, but I also know that if I don't do this now, I may not get another chance for some time).
In an effort to focus more on writing and finishing books, I refused to turn on my ancient media PC and high-tailed it to the kitchen table (where I currently reside). This has multiple benefits:
- I can't get distracted by movies.
- I won't get overheated on the second floor (it is seriously 5 degrees hotter up there!).
- I can still put my feet up on the nearby chair (to avoid leg swelling - thanks pregnancy!).