Last night K. and I stayed up late watching two (TWO!) bad Angelina Jolie movies into the wee hours of the morning. This was after a lovely dinner with friends and before waking up for coffee and pastries and working in my office for a few hours. And now, having caught up on my favorite medical melodramas (Private Practice and Grey’s Anatomy), I am wondering what to do next. I’m almost – almost – bored with my life.
If we had a child, that list would be much smaller — or, perhaps, just much much different. And instead of sitting here on a lovely bright Saturday afternoon, I would be entertaining a little person.
I know, if things keep moving the way they are moving, this is the last stretch of time that I won’t be a mom. This time next year I’ll be all pregnant (holy mother of gawd, I hope so), and we’ll be living in a different place (goodness, never thought I’d move further south), and I will be actually experiencing all the things I long to experience.
It’s like the seventh inning stretch.
In a game with 9,000 innings. C’mon battah, battah, battah.
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