At least that is my excuse.
So the last two weeks I have been traveling, conducting interviews and shooting photos. Why? Because I’m the marketing girl for a nonprofit and we need our annual report done and at the printer by NEXT FRIDAY.
The traveling and interviews and photos were FUN. Now I’m facing writing the stories, editing the images and designing the publication. I’m not going to lie, all the infertility crapola in my life has taken a gigantic shit on my creativity. I just can’t get it in gear. My writing is flat. The layout I have put together is lack luster. My copy editing is just abominable. So here I sit with 13 client success stories to write, three program highlights to write and all kinds of layout and photo work to do and you know what I’m able to accomplish?
Nothing. Zilch. Zero. Nada.
I have written three luke warm stories. I have edited two photos. I have gazed for hours at a blank page in Indesign.
All I want to do is be done with retrieval and know how many good eggs I had. Then I want to know how many embryos get frozen. Then I want to fast forward to Vegas, and then fast forward to transfer day. And then to Beta Test Day. And then to that moment when I get the good news that I’m pregnant and get to tell Mr. Husband he is in charge of consuming all the beer for the next 9 months.
Notice anything missing from the above wants? Oh yeah, work. I gotta do it because this lady married a student and happily (stupidly) agreed to play bread-winner. (And by bread-winner I mean a very, very small loaf. Think a mini loaf. Or maybe just a hamburger bun. Without sesame seeds. I don’t bring home much bread.)
I hope that by writing about my extreme apathy towards work and my inability to function like a regular adult I will somehow trick my brain into shifting into overachiever drive and cranking out one glorious annual report proof in the next four hours. Or maybe I just wasted another 10 minutes of precious time.
One more sleep till retrieval!