I haven't been blogging much. My evenings are filled with emailing doula clients, working on my doula certification, reading birth research and blogs and oh yeah, mindlessly zoning out on Facebook.
Things will happen during the day and I think -- hmm, a few months ago, I would have blogged about this.
But, alas, no blogging is done.
Still not taking many pictures of my kids. My camera is frustrating me and I get a case of "the wants" every time I take it out and it doesn't perform as well as I think it should.
But, I really want to thank all of my readers for being my outlet when life was hard post-miscarriage. Blogging was my quiet place, my peace and my solace when my brain was in overload and I couldn't sort out my emotions. I am in a good place now and honestly can't fathom the thought of pregnancy and a third baby. Twinges of sadness and loss strike when I hear about newly discovered pregnancies and a part of me feels like every pregnancy is doomed like mine was. But, then I think of the million of birth stories I read and all the birth videos I watch and it's hard to balance all those babies with the fact that I feel like pregnancy is a loss cause.
So....I didn't intend to write about miscarriage.....but, you know, this is my happy place and apparently this is what I want to talk about.
Maybe one of these days I'll get back to writing about all this ridiculous amount of baking I've been doing and how I've mastered the food processor for all my mixing, creaming and beating needs.
Or I could write about how Henry is a full-fledge devotee to Netflix. Or not. Because then I would have to take back that post about how my kids don't want television. What? It doesn't count when it's on the computer? Great!
And, birth. I can always write about birth. I could write a bit about how I'm much more tempered on my opinions regarding birth. Or not. Because then I might have to take back all those highly opinionated birth posts from a while back. But, yeah. I still think those thoughts but I realize that some things might be better left in my brain. Or not. Because I still think elective induction is pretty crappy.
Liza. She would be easy to write about. She is one cute little cookie. Even when she is hysterically throwing herself on the floor because I scooted her chair 6 inches too far to the left. Or because I won't let her walk backwards on the kitchen counter. Or because I stop her from trying to climb onto the sun canopy of the stroller while in mid-walk.
Or that I FINALLY left the BlogHer network. It was an honor to be included because a lot of my favorite blogs are a part of BlogHer but let's get real. I have been a mouthpiece for a bunch of crappy products I would never ever ever use and I got paid squat. Diddly squat. Buh-bye.
I do suppose there isn't much left to add to the "greening my life" page though. Except when I turn that bulk box of baking soda into washing soda in my very own oven. That will definitely deserve a blog post.
Here I am blogging about blogging....
Does that count?