I have been a bad blogger the past few months, although I suppose this can be typical for some…posting randomly in fits and starts. Like I never did post the photos I owed my last post, a pathetic week ago.
I suppose I should still get on that.
But I have a good reason, at least I think so. Others may disagree.
I am 15 1/2 weeks pregnant, expecting my first child. Yes, big news ’round these parts. I figure since I finally broke down and told my bosses at work, I can tell you gals. (I figured for sure the bosses would fire me on the spot (they are old school like that), but it seems my citation of the maternity leave policy saved my neck…as well as my gentle reminder that firing me due to pregnancy would be, uh, illegal.)
Basically I spent years losing 15 pounds only to get knocked up, gain it all right back plus some, and then likely spend many more future years complaining about how hard it is to lose it all over again.
But let’s take it one day at a time.
I didn’t suffer much (any) morning sickness in the first trimester. Just extreme fatigue. I basically spent three months staring blankly into a corner, unaware of what planet I was on. Even when I had the time to blog, I just couldn’t muster up enough coherency to formulate a complete sentence…let alone an entire paragraph of them. I pretty much spent weeks wishing I could just nap my way through to early December, when the little bitty baby is due.
No such luck.
I realize some women blog there way through pregnancy just fine.
I think I hate those women.
I’ve been feeling much better and near-fully functional the past couple of weeks. Sadly by now I’ve formed bad habits. The laziness that was once related to legitimate fatigue is now just plain ol’ laziness: I should but I don’t want to. I’ve gotten in the habit of doing Not Much.
Anyway, that’s my excuse. Take it or leave it, although I do pledge to at least try to be a more consistent blogger from here on out. And no, my fingers are not crossed behind my back (tempting though).