Hi. <sheepish smile>
I pondered the creation of this blog for more than a year, coming up with all sorts of ideas for series, individual posts, everything. I have big ideas for it, and I was careful to wait until I was ready to do it justice before I started it. I didn’t want to be one of those bloggers who starts a blog, goes gung ho for a month, then posts sporadically, and then forgets about it completely. When I finally did start posting, I was feeling like Super Woman. I was successfully and excitedly keeping all my many balls going at once – marriage, motherhood, work, choirs, board responsibilities. Seriously, I was impressive. I had no problem adding the blog. I was inspired, and Christmas was coming, so I had plenty to say. I had all these fantastic plans for how I was going to move through the holidays, continuing as Super Woman.
And, as you already know, because I haven’t blogged in many weeks, pride cometh before the fall. (Excuse me while I digress – isn’t it funny how, even though I’ve never read the King James Version of the Bible in my life, some phrases are just in our vocabulary? Or is it just me that finds that interesting? Anyhoo…)
God has this way of perfectly balancing both amazing blessing and reality checks.
So, here’s the announcement part: I lost my Super Woman mojo at the beginning of November, when I was about 5 weeks pregnant with Baby Dos. (Look at me, old English, Spanglish. So impressive.) I was SO excited to be expecting again, and I was also SO nauseated the majority of the time that I was spending most of my life on the couch. Thankfully, Aria is an independent little girl, and she has no problems playing on her own. She would happily wander around the house, playing with various things – toys, drawers of kitchen towels, Christmas trees – and occasionally come visit me on the couch, where she would howl with delight when I tickled her. Then she would wander off again. Phew. So thankful for my little Miss Independent. All of my awesome Christmas plans went out the window. I did the bare minimum of everything. I got my work done (you know, the kind I get paid for, none of that other stuff like cleaning the house or doing the dishes).
I am now 13 weeks pregnant. Most of the time I do not feel totally exhausted and/or nauseous, and I think I may actually be able to get this blog thing going again. And check it out! Now I have another fantastic topic about which to blog!
Look for a post on that topic very soon.
Talk soon, meine Freunde! (Aaaand there I threw in some German. Seriously. I’m on fire.)