
I'm gleaning material. Lots and lots of material. The problem is, any future books I write with pregnant characters are probably going to get rejected for lack of realism. Unfortunately, my preggo mistakes are all too realistic!!
For example: In the past three months I've: walked straight into the men's room in a very crowded restaurant (yes, there were witnesses, and yes I'm still an unnatural shade of red), informed my friend that there was potato in onion rings, gone the wrong way down a one-way street downtown, almost ran over an innocent pedestrian trying to walk into Barnes & Noble (she came out of NOWHERE!) searched online for an hour for the name of a cologne that didn't exist (long, long story - I think my mom and sister are STILL laughing at me) tripped over my own flip-flops, and bumped into so many doorframes that I keep continual bruises. I'm sure there is more, but I forget. (which is also something I do regularly!) You've gotta laugh, right? I mean, what else can you do? (other than break down into hysterical sobs, but I've done that too and laughing is much better!) =)
I'm thinking my daughter is going to be a genius. Otherwise, where are all my brain cells going?? Regardless, I can certainly relate to the poor scarecrow in The Wizard Of Oz.
I would not be just a nuffin'
My head all full of stuffin'
My heart all full of pain I would dance and be merry
Life would be a ding-a-derry...
If I only had a brain!What's been really fun is seeing how being pregnant relates to my writing.
My crit buds stay super busy fixing more typos than usual (sometimes now I just leave out words altogether in the middle of a sentence!) yet, surprisingly, I've been more productive than usual. I guess since I don't necessarily write EVERY day, (a girl's gotta rest sometimes, you know!) the time I DO spend writing during the week or on weekends is very productive. I guess it all balances out in the end. (whew)
Okay, so dish. Any funny preggo stories from your own experiences? Share here! (and share the embarassment, PLEASE!) =)