Work is insane right now. I'm sitting on the couch working, which I've been doing every night this week when Madelyn goes to bed, breathing through a rather difficult Braxton Hicks contraction.
Part of my job is planning large corporate events, the most important of which is next week in Chicago. I love this part of my job, though I'm becoming increasingly confident it is not meant to be done by someone who is nearing their seventh month of pregnancy.
I am trying so hard not to stress but I'm afraid the next nine days are really going to test that ability.
I'd appreciate your prayers, your patience, and anyone you know who may be fit to send to Chicago as a believable impostor.