1. I need to simplify the categories on this blog. When you can’t find your own posts based on your own categorization, something is amiss.
2. I have not been posting words that provoke thought, or incite debate, or really do much of anything lately. I can explain. I shall explain. But I won’t apologize. We not-for-profit bloggers should make a no-apologies pact for things that one should not apologize for, like not posting/ posting too much/ saying you’ll post/ not saying you’ll post/ dropping off the face of the earth because you’ve had a baby/ changed jobs/ gotten married/ gotten unmarried/ just not felt like it.
3. 2011 is sure to be a banner year, not only because I realized, while reading an angsty post from 2009, “Oh, I’m past that. I’m grown-up now, in the way that means I don’t have to talk about it all the time,” but also because….
4. I’m pregnant. “We’re pregnant,” I like to say, but of course, that’s not true. I’m pregnant; we’re expecting…
5. Which always makes me giggle a bit. That phrase does. “What are you expecting?” I always want to ask. To which I would answer (myself)….
6. A monster. Yes, we are calling it (him/ her/ it, whatever) “the monster.” As in, “excuse that, the monster made me do it,” or “I wonder how our lives will change after the monster.”
Due in August. August 1, specifically, but “in August” makes me feel more zen, less stressed, and will hopefully reduce the number of “have you given birth yet?” calls that inevitably commence on your due date. Due dates are a math exercise super-imposed on a biological situation, after all, and just like the trees and the weather and the animals didn’t know it was January 1, 2000, one’s body and kid don’t know they’re supposed to show up 40 weeks after your last menstrual period began.
Not actively trying, but not not-trying, either. We called it Baby Roulette and as my charting made me more aware of my cycle and the literals of the birds and the bees, we knew when our numbers were hot. Or hitting. Or whatever gamblers say. That said, all of the “eeeee-baby-gah” stuff from November was before we knew, when I was still certain I wasn’t pregnant because I wasn’t puking my guts out. Hell, I took the first test simply to prove I wasn’t so that my husband would buy me a bottle of wine. And then I was. And then all the “oooh, baby stuff” stuff went away. Completely. In fact, I just packed up my sewing stuff since I haven’t had the urge to make a single thing.
Mostly doing okay, though I was prone to fits of pathetic poor-me’s for a while. Glutton for those kinds of play-by-play’s? You can read all about it on the super secret secondary blog I used while hiding from here: http://www.parentheticalme.com/three. Password= themonster. I have plans to remove password protection tonight, but you know how those things go. And I’m fighting the urge to edit my less awesome side, but hey, I’m not always awesome.
Will this become a pregnancy/ all-baby-all-the-time blog? Probably. And if you decide that makes it not your thing, I totally get it. But my niche has always been the, ahem, “me-me-me” niche, so I’m sure I’ll be nothing but TMI and blah-blah-baby.
For which I say, ohthankgawd and I’msogladtobebackHiHiHi. Seriously, it became very clear how much I rely on my local and virtual network of women buddies in those first few weeks when nobody knew except BFF Jen and I was trying not to overwhelm her with all of my thousand freak out’s. I have missed you!!
Nope, not out of first trimester yet. In keeping with my penchant for being slightly (and somewhat ineffectively) rebellious, I’m not waiting another two weeks. We told our parents over Christmas — at around 8 weeks — because, well, it was a good time for surprises. We told our close friend-neighbors that week as well. We’ll tell acquaintances in February once we’re completely past 1st tri, but I’m tired of hiding out. Also, if something bad happens, I’ll need to write about it anyway.
So, exciting/ scary/ crazy/ wonderful/ terrifying/ stressful/ awesome year ahead of us. (And wow, I should consider changing my blog name to “Overusing Slashes Me” or “Quotation Hyphenated Me.”) Back I go to stalking other pregnant women’s blogs to figure out when they got to eat real food again without worrying about indigestion/ nausea/ heartburn.