Home Birth of Jonathan Edward

I discovered a few months ago that I'm pregnant again (Yay! Mostly...).

My husband grew up as an only child and so he really wanted John to have siblings. I grew up as one of three, so I was OK with him being an only child :P

We started trying when he was nine months old and it just didn't happen. When I went off birth control with John, it only took us two months, so I just assumed that's what would happen this time. The longer it took, the more I was OK with only one kid. I mean, how cool is this guy?

Very cool. That's how. He sleeps like an angel (NOT like a baby), plays by himself, and charms everyone he meets into the John Fan Club. I think a lot of it has to do with how he was born. Now that I'm going through it again (and yes, I really am excited. It's just been three long months of morning sickness, tiredness, and remembering how draining it was to have an infant. And this time I get to do it with an active toddler. Yeehaw.), I figured I better record my birth experience so it doesn't get erased from my memory banks after this one! So here goes:

A Lonely Blog

Wow. I am reeeaaalllly bad about this consistent posting nonsense...

To be fair, though, I've never been good at keeping a diary. I'd get a cute Lisa Frank one for my birthday - you know the ones with the puppies or unicorns or rainbows - and spend a couple days just unlocking and smelling the new paper (I have a slight obsession with office supplies...) and trying to decide the perfect thing to write. After a week, when nothing earth-shockingly clever struck, I'd lock the journal, put it in my nightstand drawer, and forget about it.

That's kind of what happened here. I'm the oldest child of three and I'm not half bad at poetry. I used to read them in church in instead of special music some Sundays - I got pretty used to being called amazing. I also got my dad's knack for storytelling (read: exaggerating something until it makes a good story). We can make almost anything funny if you give us a few minutes with it! But, man, when it comes to actually writing things down, I obsess. I guess I've always felt that if what I write isn't "earth-shockingly clover" no one's going to want to read it. So I spend forever agonizing over word choices and sentence placement. You wouldn't believe how long it took me to write this paragraph, in fact...

But I just recently realized something. No one reads this blog anyway! It might sound kind of sad, but it's also a relief not having to impress anyone. I always assumed that if I started a blog, it would instantly skyrocket in popularity cause I'm interesting and funny, dammit. Since that didn't happen, I ignored it. Yes, I may be a showoff with some narcissistic tendencies, but at least I can admit it, right?

So, this is going to be my little me-space online - Lord knows I spend enough time online as it is! I'm not ever going to have Make-It Mondays and Tell-It-All Thursdays and so I will probably never have one of the Top Ten Blogs of all Time. And I'm OK with that. I'll use this to promote my Etsy shop and write about things I find interesting and that'll be about it. And maybe a funny story every now and then :)

Maybe someday, someone other than my mom will want to read my lonely little blog and I'll be thrilled to death about it. But I'm going to enjoy getting there and spending some time getting to know myself better by writing.