This pregnancy has been hard on the blog. I've been tired (physically and emotionally and mentally) and since there are no screaming children demanding that I blog, I haven't done so. A large part of me has considered letting the blog go completely. I could sit myself comfortably in any number of excuses (brain too fried from homeschooling, exhausted from tantruming two year old twins, ran out of funny stories, stopped learning new things...).
But then I remember why I do this: because I like to and because it's a part of who I am that has absolutely nothing to do with my precious children. Sometimes that's enough reason.
Honestly, that's a lot of the same answer that I give when people ask why I've kept running this pregnancy. And I have been asked quite a lot. It's not like anyone is forcing me to go run, and it's not like people wouldn't understand if I stopped. But I like to run and it's a part of who I am that has absolutely nothing to do with my precious children.
So I'm going to look at this blog much like I look at running while 7 months pregnant. It might be painful. It may be sporadic. And there will be some hilarious moments when I look like some kind of cross between a waltzing hippopotamus and a spasming penguin, but we will get there. Though it may be slow and short and with several stops to allow for cramping or bathroom breaks.
Here we go.
3 comments:
I always look forward to reading what you write!
You're back! You go girl.
Good gift. Bring it on.
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