I don't know if I should start talking about this yet, because I don't want to jinx anything.
Okay so I won't start talking yet.
In other news, I'm going to start freelance writing again. A while back I wrote some articles for a life and style magazine. I didn't get paid, but I did get a free spa day out of the deal, and the experience was invaluable. Or so I told myself, so as not to feel like a total loser who just got paid in makeup and massages (WHORE!!!!!). I was supposed to do more articles, but I ended up on bed rest with Harrison, and I felt a little bit like that dream died.
And then two nights ago I decided to get all Dr. Frankenstein up on that dream, and give it another shot. And somehow it's actually coming together quite nicely. The bonus is that when I go to my high school reunion, I can say, "I'm a writer" instead of "I'm really into wearing my pajamas all day." I'll still be wearing pajamas all day, but this way, I'll have something to talk about besides that.