This week (meaning on Tuesday) I committed to not writing any more “real” posts until I cleaned out my inbox entirely (I currently have 171 messages to take care of, all of them from real people who wrote important things and some of them have been sitting there since June of last year), which is why you haven’t heard from me. As That Husband can attest my inbox constantly has me feeling overwhelmed, and raging pregnancy hormones have led me to drag myself to bed crying because another day has gone by without me being able to say I’ve finally conquered it. So I’m ending it today, this week, this month. No more real posts on That Wife until the inbox officially says “0 of 0″ in the top right corner.

Then I can finally stay on top of Resolution #5 on my list**.

*And by “real” I mean the kind you have come to expect from me, either photos summaries of my rare adventures, photo tips, birth/pregnancy mumbo-jumbo, or my views on life that ultimately lead to at least 10 different people feeling like I have personally insulted them, their mother, and their pet goldfish Albert.

**In other news, I think I have models for my concept shoot. And some ideas!

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