Day 526: Changes

In retrospect, I'm not sure which was worse.

A. Knowing there was no way I could make it to the washroom in time.
B. The cats that gathered afterward in anticipation of a (partially-digested) second breakfast.

At least Sam didn't hear me start to hurl.
But if he had ... cleaning up afterward would have been much easier.

Basically, my Monday started off explosively.

The last three months have been an crash course in early pregnancy. The following stand out as among the most useful lessons I've learned so far:

1. M-e-a-t is a four-letter word. So is m-i-l-k.
2. If you can't eat gluten, you will crave gluten, and only gluten. Cinnamon buns, pizza pockets, toaster strudels, and Eggo waffles.
3. But since you can't eat those things ... the thought of eating any food becomes disgusting. But if you don't eat food, you will soon feel even more disgusting. Your choice.
4. Going grocery shopping is basically like walking into a horror movie.

And my personal favorite...

5. Pre-natal vitamins are unbelievably huge and impossible to swallow when nauseated. But ... if you time your gag reflex just right, your throat will open up just enough to choke them down. But if you time it wrong ... terrible, terrible things will occur.

:(

However, since this on-again, off-again blog was ostensibly started to chronicle my journey to becoming an author-artist, that is all that will be said about that.

I am happy to announce that my doctor has vetoed my usual summer job of painting white walls white, and that I will be spending the summer writing and and doing art, and hopefully building my passion into an income that will allow me to stay home at least part-time with my as-of-yet-unborn child once maternity leave is up.

A number of commissions and book reviews have already been booked for the summer months, and by August, I hope to open up a little market booth to sell my artwork and do ten-minute sketches of passers-by.

I am also sawing away at a novel and planning on painting some images for the picture book I drafted back in March. In a perfect world, I would be sending the text and pictures away to an agent by the end of the summer ... but I'm not holding my breath (I am, however, crossing my fingers).

My 1000 days is more than half-finished, and it has been filled with more surprise detours than I ever anticipated.

But every time that life drags me away from art and writing, something pulls me back again.

Creating is something I can't not do, and I am so thankful that I get to spend the summer pursuing my dreams in earnest.

The End.

(P.S. My next post will be less about me and more about drool-slurping cats, disgustingly adorable dogs, and works of fine art).

Of course, tomorrow could also find me curled up on the couch watching Netflix with bucket in hand, and trying very hard not to move.

Because moving makes it worse.
Much, much worse.

Happy Friday!