A.R. Geiger

I’m pregnant.

In case you didn’t know.

Although, if you didn’t know, it’s not my fault, because I feel like I’ve talked about it a couple of times on this blog and the announcement went out. I did my best.

Anyway, I’m pregnant, with a full time writing job, books that need to be revised and published, a blog that I have severely neglected over the last few years, and a three-year-old.

Oh, and a new history obsession/hobby that’s been sucking my time away, because I would much rather curl up with a text book on the history of the Byzantium than admit that I have tasks piling up and my real life is being neglected.

Ahem.

But we’re chugging along over here. Shockingly enough, books are being written.

Very, very slowly.

More slowly than normal.

See, usually I bring my personal computer to work with me and write like mad during my lunch break to get in those 500 words that keep my projects up to date and moving.

And then I got pregnant, and the first trimester hit me like a ton of bricks. Right in the face.

It was bad.

Basically, my body lapsed into a coma for three months, and I started daydreaming about quitting my job in order to spend my entire life asleep in my bed under a huge pile of feather quilts.

This was a terrible plan, but during the first trimester, my brain works at about 2% capacity, and all it was being used to write a historical script for my job, so there wasn’t a lot of room left for logic or common sense.

Thankfully, I did not quit, but what I did do was spend every one of my lunch breaks asleep in the nursing/pumping room at my job. Which left no time to be a responsible writer with a side business.

That lasted until sometime around the beginning of the third trimester. Not the coma, thankfully, just the naps. I got into the habit. But once I hit that magical third trimester where everything hurts and you’re too fat to do… anything… it got too uncomfortable to sleep on the couch there, and so I went back to writing.

This season has been an interesting one for me, and I’ve had to sacrifice a lot of the productivity expectations I have for myself, but it’s been lovely to find time to write for myself again. I’m slower and a little more dazed during those writing sessions, but by golly, we’re trying.

Slow and steady wins the race, right?

Wait. Maybe that should be slow and not steady… since I’m still pretty inconsistent and some weeks are better than others.

But I’m showing up, and I am convinced that 90% of productivity is just showing up, whether you feel like it or not.

We’ll have to count that as enough for now.