Take a Breath and Wipe Those Tears! God and Glitter are good!

So I have been working on our #adoptionprofilebook basically every night after work.  Last night I worked out "on demand" til my butt hurt enough, ate a half a portion of my normal dinner (Shush, bikini season is approaching soon enough!), sat down and brought up the scrapbook software on my computer screen.  And I stared at it.  For 5 minutes.  OK, it was more like 4.75.  Every other night I sign on with delight and my #creative juices just start flowing and my #OCD goes to work! I normally feel like MAYBE I MISSED MY #SCRAPBOOK MAKING CALLING! But last night, I just stared like a lil #baby entering the world for the first time, from 9 months of darkness.  As I have mentioned I am immediate satisfaction woman and therefore I need to do this profile book as fast as I can.  But I physically couldn't.  Scrapbook block reared it's ugly head!  I guess sometimes we just need to take a breath. Or 90.  Just take a break.  Not just from the 'activity' that has us overwhelmed. But from ourselves.  Our own pressures we put on ourselves.  I had to take a "me" break.  Escape into something just plain old relaxing where I didn't have to think or concentrate top hard.  So what did I do?  Netflixed "Parenthood" after it being suggested by my coworker.  MAYBE not the best idea.  I mean, did they invent this show to make you weep?!  So by the end of the night, I had no advancement of pink and green backgrounds with hearts and pictures on my screen, and my tear ducts filled with aches for the imaginary characters living inside my tv.  I gave up hope for turning the night around, snuggled into my #blog blanket and looked around to remind myself how good life is and how good God is.  And how good glitter is.  Yes, I realize that is unrelated and shallow, but I happened to see a glittery candle and it exploded my heart with joy.  So sue me.

Today is a new day, tonight I hope to be nestled in leopard print, jazzing up our profile book, one digital embellishment at a time!

Dreaming of when I get to know if you will be dressed in pink or blue,
Bumpless Baby Mama