As I type this, I'm creating the perfect example for the point I'm trying to make. Today is Monday, and it's the only day off I get during a normal work week. I slept until 12:30, and I woke up from a dream that had something to do with babies--boy babies, and this isn't the first dream I've had about babies, all of which have been about baby boys. (I wish I was kidding here...) I really want to get some things done, mainly, I'd like to learn 2-3 new songs to teach at my Zumba® Fitness class. What am I doing instead? Sitting in Empire* creating a blog on biological clocks and trying to conceive (ttc).
*Empire: (n.) the love seat in my living room that is surrounded by all of my favorite things, all of which are within arms reach. Favorite things include, but are not limited to: laptop, journal, baby books from the library, baby name book, nintendo ds, pokemon game guide, nook book, couch pillows, and a small comfy blanket. This is the place in our house that I most often plop myself for hours at a time researching pregnancy and babies.
I think getting anything done and peeling myself away from the baby research is just going to take immense will power. Trouble is, it's like having no food in the house except for candy, pretzels, potato chips, cookies, pasta and other junk food and then trying to convince yourself to get up and drive all the way to the store just to get one little, healthy apple. Yeah, right. So. Here I sit.
AND, what's worse is that I have SO MANY THOUGHTS on pregnancy that I could literally sit here and type the worlds longest blog entry and not even think twice about it. Right now I'm almost boiling over because I want to write about so many things, but I'm desperately trying to keep this post on topic.
Back to topic. I'll start with an introduction. My name is Alexa. I think you already have somewhat of a picture of where my mental state is at the moment, but I'll go over things I enjoyed doing prior to the awakening of my Biological Time Bomb.* I teach Zumba® Fitness twice a week. I love it. I love getting to dance, I love the music, I love the culture, and I love the people. I'm going to the 2011 Instructor Convention this summer, and I literally can't wait. Originally, we were putting off TTC until the convention was over b/c I wanted to be able to enjoy everything about the convention without the weight gain, water retention, constipation, gassiness, exhaustion, and etc that comes with pregnancy. However, my brain has other ideas, so...yeah. Also, I'm a bit of a dork and I
*Biological Time Bomb: (n.) Kind of like a biological clock, except with a lot more oomph. A lot like the difference between a roman candle and a bazooka. I lived in the biological clock phase for about 2 weeks. Then my body kicked it up a few notches, and here we are. Creating a blog to further feed my insanity.