Our Weekend

Friday my mother in law called and offered to babysit for a few hours. Our choice Friday night or Saturday. We chose Saturday. Because Teagan decided to arrive early we didn’t get that last weekend we’d planned. I wanted lobster dinner. I’d been craving it, but because she decided to arrive on Thursday, instead of the following Monday, I didn’t get that dinner.
DH being the sweetheart he is, wanted to make sure I got this. Hey, I’d gone through hell and back to finally give him a child. A lobster dinner is hardly asking for much. So we went to dinner and I got a two pound lobster. (Yes, I ate most of it. I shared some with the hubby.)
It was nice to drive in the car with him and sit in the front seat. Because she’s so small I have to sit in the back and make sure her little head doesn’t bob all over the place. It was nice to get dressed up a little bit and wear “normal” clothes.
I’m excited. I’m 21 pounds LIGHTER than my pre-pregnancy weight. I lost weight my entire pregnancy and in the last two weeks dropped another 10+ pounds. I’m not complaining. Though last week we went to a family reunion picnic and this older woman asked me what number baby this made for me. I said 5. She said, “Bless you. I stopped at three.”
Well, I did too. I stopped 14 years ago because I was married to a monster and couldn’t allow him to father another child. I swore I’d never get involved or have more children…until I met my hubby and he was childless and longed for a child of his own. After three years of miscarriages, loss of a preemie I gave him a beautiful daughter. Anyway back to this woman. She then says, “So when are you due?”
I was like, “I had her a week ago, she’s over there!”
Talk about awkward. LoL I’m sure she felt bad. I didn’t get offended. Though earlier I’d said to the DH, “Damn, I look pretty good for just having a baby.”
Anyway, the same thing happened to my sister in law. She brought her daughter to the doctors for a checkup. Her daughter was one week old and a woman asked her when she was due. Really? How the heck would that even be possible?
Off to finish the edits. I will submit this book to my editor today. (IF you’re reading this R, I promise!) ;)

Happy Monday!

Where Was My Head????

Thursday and Friday I edited book two in the Freedom Fantasies series. The first twenty pages had me banging my head on my desk. Where was my brain? I repeated myself way too many times, changed eye color for my hero and left out important details. Let’s just say thank goodness for edits. Though I hate them I know they’re needed. These were mistakes I made when I was just starting out. so why the heck am I making them now?
I really don’t have the answers but I hope it will be limited to this book. Needless to say, I managed to send the book to my editor.
A friend and I are doing our own version of Nano in May. I have the cougar challenge book to finish and she has a cozy mystery. I’d also like to get started on my new suspense once the cougar book is done.
Off to finish edits on book three so my lovely editor can have this book by the end of the week. :) She’s probably cursing me sending three submissions in two weeks.

Self-Edits

Today I picked up my wip, Research Required. Haven't touched it in a few weeks. I still need to write the ending, but I know how I'm going to wrap it up. Instead I need to go back and read it from the beginning. I have a tendency to put insert name later, what color eyes did he have in the beginning, and things like that when I'm in the writing groove. Those are small details in the grand scheme of things to me.
I'm re-reading to get a feel for the story. I think I can't move forward with the Valentine's story I'm writing for Noble Romance because this story is unfinished. I need to put it to bed and submit it. Then I can move back to Dirty Cupid(tentative title).
It didn't help that I've been sick for almost two weeks now. Turns out it wasn't the baby after all. I have acid reflux and they had to change my meds with the pregnancy. Well I'm not getting enough. So my Crohn's doctor upped my meds today. She said it may take up to a week to feel better. If that isn't the issue, she said it could be my gall bladder, but again, can't do anything for that for another 5+ months. Let me tell you it's not fun when you can't eat anything. Today I'm eating toast and applesauce. Yum - NOT. lol
Back to self-edits. Another favorite thing of mine.