Sunday while we were sitting in church, the baby punched/kicked/tried to scrape her way out with so much force that it almost knocked me off my chair.
I was remarking to a friend how my physical measurements haven’t really changed (hips, waist, boobs) but holy crap, has everything seemed to move upward. Before, any baby movement was felt lower in my abdomen. Now it seems like she’s doing pull ups and using my lungs for leverage. It’s neat, but a tad unnerving.
The hospital called to let me know I made it into the Feeding Options class tonight; I was on a waiting list. I’ll be furiously writing down questions for the lactation specialist. Also have a big list of questions for the doctor on Friday.
In other pregnancy news, I can’t bend over anymore to tie my shoes.
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It occurred to me today that I have been blogging for almost nine years. On May 22, 2000 I bought my first domain. My due date is May 25th, almost the ninth anniversary of the time I’ve spent here on the Internet.
I’m tired.
I know blogging seems to be in its peak right now but frankly, I’ve been doing this for a long time and don’t know if I want to do it anymore. I started blogging to find my voice. Nine years later, I can’t say I’ve found it, and that’s just stupid. The thought of complete strangers knowing about the intimate details of my life (and possibly the future details of my daughter) just isn’t as appealing as it once was.
It could just be the hormones talking, but it might be time to call it quits.
I’m not quite ready to give up having a web presence (if you can even call this that), and I’m not shutting everything down today. However, I am rethinking what I want this to be. Mostly, I want it to stop feeling like an obligation. And as the birth of my daughter draws near, I need to do some serious thinking on how much of her I want to share with the world.
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