I suppose it was going to eventually happen. With a cross between being exhausted from hormones and just being plain exhausted by growing a human my writing mojo has really suffered.

Now I am at the point where I desperately want to get back into it but don’t know where to start.

I know I can’t be the only one to ever feel this way. Especially with the baby stealing all those brain cells it feels like.

Maybe a mental recap might help.

Where abouts was I?

Well I stopped in the later third of the first draft so the to do list feels a bit long for my liking. However, that being said it probably has a massive impact that I left it on a scene I am not 100000% sure how to write or how I want it written.

So how could I get back into it?

I suppose that is a million £ question. I might try re reading the last chapter, look at the notes I currently have for the chapter I need to write and go from there.

What do I really want to be writing right now?

Honestly I think I wan to write a bit of book 2 for the big project. I might actually make that the reward for finishing draft one and having a brief go at draft 2 to make it look a bit prettier. Then I could give myself a little break from it and write some of draft 1 of book 2 on the big project as a reward, maybe a few chapters.

Do I have an idea of writing plan?

Oh I could make one of those? That’s not the worst idea to be honest. I could plan what’s left for this project. Tick off some “reward chapters” and then plan the spin off to the project I am working on.

Yes I said spin off. I have an idea for a side character to get their story told a little.

What about querying?

Well, lets get draft two and an early beta or two in so that when I attack the next drafts I will know what I am really going to focus on.

Well, we moved. It was a stressful month.

Thankfully we passed the Glucose test as I mentioned.

I am still keeping these blogs fairly short ish and bi-weekly at the moment because my head’s definitely not in the game with being here.

We have started unboxing and even started setting up the “baby corner” so to speak. Very cute. Very in need of organising. VERY TIRED.

So leg cramps at night are a murder, waking up every 2 hours to pee also a murder. Pelvic girdle pain, much worse considering we have been moving. We will get there eventually.

I hate unpacking… I am the “I’m tired of this grandpa” meme right now.

Other than those grumbles all is ok. Got another midwife appointment soon and a scan booked for later in the week. The scans always give me anxiety on turbo speed but what’s new.

It has to be one of the nastiest drinks ever. Why is it so thick? And vile tasting?

It gives such bad nausea too.

Anyway… it was the hour long wait and holding down the urge to vomit that had me most tense during the test. No way do I want to repeat it.

Anyway… by some miracle I passed, but I don’t feel diabetic if that even makes sense. However, the consultant seems to think from reading between the lines it is inevitable that I will get it again.

I get more scans this pregnancy again because kiddo was in the 99th percentile. Honestly had no idea she was a 99er. I just thought meh its a big baby, nope she was a biiiiiig baby. She was already measuring big at this stage though which this one isn’t so I may be able to hold the ‘betes at bay a little longer with any luck.

Happy valentines day everyone.

So now over half way. I know what it is. We are keeping it a secret which is challenging enough. I have to keep catching myself in conversations.

It’s been a bit manic slowly. Found out we are moving within the next month so its all sanity is lost all brain waves are diminished and here we go. So we are starting to pack… yay?

I’m not looking forward to the glucose tolerance test. I don’t trust them after last time. Some how I passed them all until it was late in the game.

I’ve had some wild dreams. It’s lead to a lot of reflection. Not always a positive trip down memory lane. Combine that with starting a new course of therapy and I feel like my brain is slowly fading to grey in terms of how much information I am able to retain.

On the upside, we got a changing table for a tenner, can’t remember if I mentioned that before? We’ve painted it fresh because it badly needed it. I can’t wait to start setting up for the baby though.

Well, the baby kicks…

Loves salty foods too. It’s become an obsession. It dances like a little lunatic when I eat something salty which is funny.

I am finding this vastly different from my last pregnancy.

Yes there is more exhaustion. I could nap for a sport.

However emotionally it is very different. I think being in a completely different environment and place has a massive effect. As well as the fact I don’t have the same people around me this time causing such intense stress and anxiety. It’s been nice to not have to manage toxic influences in my life making things harder than they need to be.

I honestly feel so much safer and more supported. It has made the world of difference. No other news. Scan coming soon after writing this so I will update that in the next post.