So, great news, I’m still alive. Better news, I’m still incubating a person (32 weeks even today for those of you in the lingo). I kind of forgot how to manage my time for awhile there, and blog posting took a back seat to sleeping, puking, and finding people to make me spaghetti or smuggle me Sour Patch Kids. Oh, and that working 60+hours a week thing. There was that.
But I’m here. Alive. Notably not dead. I missed writing things for all 2 of you to read. I missed having a place to bitch about random things that irritate me (like how I got thrown out of a midwife’s practice for refusing a blood test … oh yea, wait for that story …). I tried to think of a cool way to make my reappearance, and lo and behold I’m just not that witty anymore, so …
Here I am.
Returned. Revived. Still cranky and loud mouthed.
Hello again, old friends.