Thursday, December 14, 2006


Thank you all for your kind words to yesterday's post. It wasn't that I was necessarily thinking about stopping my blog, it's just that I'm struggling more and more with what to write about. I actually plan on moving this site out of blogger soon. I purchased a domain name and my amazingly talented friend (with impeccable taste in boots), Dee, has volunteered to help me (read: do it all for me because I'm a complete idiot when it comes to designing and coding a website) to get it up and running.

I can't even tell you how excited it makes me to have a domain name. It's mine! It's a! Ok, so it still involves the word "pregnant", but it's better than having a url that assumes I'm currently pregnant. Right now, everytime I give my blog address I have start immediately apologizing for my lack of foresight in picking a url. I have to lamely admit: "Sorry. I started this blog when I was pregnant. And then I gave I'm Not so Pregnant and still living in Texas...which gives me the horrible acronym of N-SPIT...and God Lord, stop harassing me! Why did I give you this stupid address anyways?"

It's a little bit crazy to think that this February will be my second anniversary of writing on this blog. I never imagined that I would find such a benefit to writing. I've made new friends here, kept in touch with old friends, shocked my Mother on a regular basis, posted embarassing pictures of my sister, Aunt Jen (and in my defense, I was also in those pictures and looked equally awful), and explored my identity as a woman, mother, and working adult.

So, I agree with Caroline and some of the anonymous commenters, I'll keep writing as long as I find it helpful. This site does give me a chance to vent my frustrations about trying to date as a single Mom, being puked on, Zac crying non-stop while I get ready for work, and my boss that never has time for me.

One story: Last night I was on my laptop waiting for a conference call to start at 7pm. Zac had been crying and whining most of the evening and the tv was on, but neither one of us were really paying attention to it. I notice that he had laid down on the rug and started watching the Wheel of Fortune. He never watches the Wheel of Fortune. For that matter, neither do I, but it was on and it gave me a moment to collect what was left of my thoughts before I had to do some work. He got very quiet and watched the television intently for 10-15 minutes. Suddenly, the smell of death comes wafting over to the couch and know that he has just dropped the biggest bomb in the history of constipated babies. Holy mother! Yes, of course, the toxic waste smelled awful, but more importantly, the moment reminded me that sometimes, just every now and then:

You need to lay down and take a dump. You'll feel better afterwards. I promise.


Dee said...

I would have posted one of those "please don't stop writing" comments too, except I already knew you weren't going to quit. It's fun being in on the secret sometimes!

Caroline said...

I am so glad you will continue to write. I always look forward to your posts.

As for those days when taking a dump just makes you feel beter...Man, can I relate to Zac. :)

Blakken said...

I agree with Caroline, I am with Zac also. So keep up the good work.