I’ve been waiting 5 years to say this…I’m pregnant! And have been for 7+ months! WHAT? HOW? WHEN? You ask. I know, I know, I’ve left you readers in the dust. Far, far, behind and I apologize. A few of my friends have insisted that I start writing again because they are concerned that you poor souls have been wondering what happened to me. That maybe the hormones took hold of me and I had jumped off a cliff or something. Well, now you don’t need to fret. I’m happy, healthy and growing by the minute!
I shouldn’t have stopped writing. I really enjoyed it. I even enjoyed spilling my deepest darkest secrets. To tell you the truth, it’s kinda liberating (although totally cowardly because you don’t have to tell anything to anyone’s face). You should try it!
I’m sure the reason I stopped is because blogging can become all-consuming for someone who is Type A like me. When I decide to write, I think about the next topic, the next line, when should I post, is it witty, the title, does anyone care, do I care; on and on. Exhausting. I wish I could be more lax about it, but it’s just not possible. So, instead I have sat for a year contemplating whether I should begin writing again. Frankly, I should have just written because all I’ve thought about is whether to blog or not, like a broken record. Stupid.
But all is not lost, I have been journaling a bit and since I’ve decided to make the leap back into the blog space, you lucky peeps will get another glimpse into my crazy mind, except this time pregnant, yikes!
My random thought: Stay tuned, but whatever you do, don't go back and read my previous posts, they're scary.