Okay, I'm not going to lie to you--stress levels around my house have been a wee bit HIGH lately. There's really not a lot of time to go before this baby arrives, and in that time, I have to write a whole 'nother book! A short, paperback one, yes, but even that is pretty hard when your brain is being held hostage by your hormones, not to mention your two-year-old, who, perhaps sensing the seismic shift her world is about to undergo, is being just a tiny bit DEMANDING lately. As in, "I want cookies in a BOWL. Not THAT bowl, the other bowl. You know, the OTHER one. No, the OTHERRRRR ONNNNEEE. Um, never mind. I don't want a bowl, I want a BAG. No, not THAT one. . ."