Life is very, very good.

I found out that the publisher who, um, publishes one of my favorite authors is on very good terms with my boss. Who in turn is going to get me an advanced reader's copy of said author's newest book.

I have amazing friends and family who have been there for me regardless of the hormone surges.

I have new coworkers who are as excited about my impending motherhood as I am and who will go and buy me a sundae simply because I made a comment about how good it sounded.

I have a husband who is my partner, my friend and my biggest supporter.

And I'm having a baby - something I've wanted for so many years I thought it would never happen. And said child is making his/her presence known quite physically right now (and when I pointed this out to my husband, mentioning that if this kept up when it was painful and not just way cool then he was getting kicked a lot too, he reminded me that I should have expected it based on our first ultrashound. That was when even the doctor was amazed at how active the baby was. hee hee).

I am actually happy.

Life is good.