Yesterday, BusinessMan and I bought a package of Dove chocolates, and I've had about 4 of them so far. The foil wrapper of each chocolate includes a "Promise" message on the inside. Two of my chocolates have contained the message: "Don't think about it so much."
That message has so many dimensions for me right now. It could mean that I need to stop agonizing over each sentence and each word of my thesis and just get the draft finished. It could mean that I need to stop worrying that the doctor will find something wrong at my next OB appointment (in an hour or so). It could mean that I should stop stressing over finding the perfect stroller, especially since the kid won't use it for 6 months after he/she is born. It could mean that I need to stop getting frustrated at the growing pile of dirty dishes in the kitchen and just recognize that I am doing what I can do and that Businessman has a different housekeeping style than I. It could mean that I need to stop counting the hours until my thesis draft is due and just work on writing it.
ETA: Apparently, the real meaning of the messages was "Better keep them out of the Pup's reach or she'll devour them all." Which she did while we were at the Dr.'s office. Speaking of such things, Mini's heart's beating 145 beats per minute and our "big" ultrasound is scheduled for two days after my thesis gets turned in.