Just to clarify, when I sent off my manuscript to NYC, I was not pregnant. Now, I am fat and the baby kicks and could nearly survive outside (with the aid of plastics)! So is it weird, or funny, or just plain normal for a human being to be created and developed before hearing from a publisher?
Don't get me wrong: I am not annoyed or angry with the editor. In fact, each morning I hope he'll call! I am just dying to know if my book is "worthy" or not. And I'm afraid that if I don't get a call before I see him in person next month, I'll end up getting sorely disappointed in person. And I'd rather find out any bad news while I'm at home, away from public eyes and ears.