I realize I've slowed down quite a bit on the blogging.
On the one hand, I don't want to peter out so fast. What's going on is pretty interesting . . . to me. It's just not exactly noteworthy or epiphany-inspiring. Yeah, I had my gestational diabetes test, and I passed. Hooray. I gained eleven pounds one month and 0.2 the next. I had a cold. I had a shower. The shower was nice. The cold, not so much. I'm thirty weeks along and, knock wood, all looks pretty good. We found a doula whom we adore, and we're looking forward to planning for the birth. The cat's getting chemo and is back to her old crazy self. Atomic's rewiring the house and moving furniture. I'm making curtains. We've got lots of gear in the house, and lots of tiny pastel pink outfits, despite my ever-growing loathing of pastels.
I don't know if I'll eventually become a mommy blogger. It seems there's already quite a bit of information and opinions about mommyhood in the blogosphere, and I don't know that I've got anything significant to add.
Maybe I'll rediscover the intensity if/when we try for the deuce.
Or maybe I'll just get inspired again once Pebbles arrives.
Or maybe Pebbles will be so all-consuming that I will forget I own a computer.
For now, I think I will continue to post sporadically, when the mood strikes, or when something significant occurs. I just don't know that I will ever again feel like a fevered Crusader seeking the Holy Grail. I mean, don't get me wrong, the Grail is super nice and well worth the pursuit. It's just that, well, "Sir Galahad Sitteth Around At Home With His Wife Admiring The Nice Grail" wasn't exactly a best-seller, was it?