I’ve heard other writers use terms related to pregnancy when referring to the process of writing a book. I never got that. I may even have thought it was silly. Well, I was wrong. It makes perfect sense.

Over the past several years that I’ve worked on this book, some of the process was fun when words came easily. Then I’d get stuck on something and put it aside for months at a time. After a while, I’d go back and continue. It was a long, drawn-out process and I can’t even imagine being pregnant for years rather than months.

Now we’re in the home stretch. I went over the proof copy and edited it to the best of my ability. I’ve tweaked the front cover. The fonts have been selected. It’s nearing the end and I feel like I did when I was nine months pregnant—waddling around, anxious to finally meet the child I was carrying, sick of being pregnant with all the aches and pains that come with the late stages.

My due date is fast approaching and I cannot wait to finally have this book in my hands.