Procrastination

I really am supposed to be working today ~ even if it is from home. I have a fairly significant piece of writing to complete but I just can't seem to get my act together and get at it! I have engaged in more procrastinating behaviours than I thought possible ~ some productive (laundry, dishes, sorting out a downstairs closet); others not so productive (dancing along with the Ellen show, eating fudgie-pops at only 2 points per, surfing the WW website while eating these same fudgie-pops, updating this blog right now when I have really nothing exciting or productive to say.....)

One of the procrastinating behaviours I engaged in this morning was a review of my blog. I offer the following fascinating stats for your edification (edited to add Sandy saying, "Wow! Now that's a grade 10 word! Remember, I don't have a degree so if you think that I have used it incorrectly, be kind to me anyhow and chalk it up to my educational disability)

• My first blog entry was exactly nine months ago yesterday. Yes, I said nine months. Ironic, no?
• In those nine months, I have created 132 blog entries - on average one entry entry every four days.
• My first visitor was a man named David who offered me encouragement in losing weight in order to achieve pregnancy. David lives in Malaysia.
• On September 5/04 Julianna was the second person to comment on my blog! I've been following her journey ever since, and send daily thoughts up for a woman who lives on the opposite coast in a different country, but whom I feel forever connected to as a result of our shared travels through the land of infertility.
• I started clomid on December 23/04 after much soul searching on the parts of both myself and my amazing husband.
• On January 10/05, my husband turned 40 and I presented him with a positive pregnancy test. If only someone had told me years ago that all I had to do to get pregnant was take a pill! I posted my news and received a comment from Amateur_Dad ~ the husband side of another family who has lived through infertility and loss but have just recently welcomed their little one to the world.
• Eight days later I was blogging about another loss
• On February 21/05, I turned 42 and also began the second round of a ten month prescription of clomid.
• On April 28/05, I finally broke down and bought the staple of every other infertile's tool kit for the first time - a basal thermometre - and began charting. Now I can't imagine why I didn't do this ages ago. Added side benefit? I automatically wake up at 6:30 every morning now with no alarm clock!
• In May 2005, I came to the realization that my work is not the most important thing in my life, and began to reconsider current priorities.

And there it is ~ nine months. No baby at the end of it, but I do feel as if I've grown up a bit over those nine months. Anyone have anything else that I can do to keep me away from writing this paper for a bit longer?