Welcome to my blog, family & friends (and Internet strangers)! I am very excited about finally getting this page going. I have been stalking blogs for about three years now, thinking, things like, "Oh I have something to say about that", or "Wow, I could write an essay on that subject!". I'm really not sure what has taken me so long to write my own blog. In some ways, I really wish I had started sooner to chronicle my journey through pregnancy, but hey, better late than never right? And lucky for you, I'm not done on the whole conception front, so this time around, I can recollect my journey as a veteran.
Seriously though, I have been afraid to put myself out there. If there is one thing I have learned from reading blogs over the years, its that the best ones are chocked full of brutal honesty. If you are writing a blog for your church friends, or your grandmother, well, quite frankly, it bores me. I have tried to keep this in mind while I teetered back and forth on whether or not to write on a public forum, because, in all honesty, I am a pretty private person. I have a very tight group of close friends that I only open up to when its absolutely necessary for my sanity. The reason my husband and I are so close is because he is one of the few people I have "let in". But this year, I bit the bullet. One of my three goals for the year was to stop thinking about it, and just start blogging. So here I am... I am going to give it my best shot, and I would appreciate the feedback. If you disagree with me, let me know! If you have a comment, leave it. To me, the comments are the cream cheese icing on top of the perfect red-velvety blog entry.
So, now that we have my reasoning out of the way- let's get to business. This blog is going to be about my life as a wife and mother. A mom-blog, if you will... so I'm jumping right into it- "The Great Debate". The Great Debate in the Richardson Household these days is "when are we going to try for #2?". When I was pregnant with Austin, our plans were to start right away. As in maybe when the babe was six months old. I know you probably think I am crazy for going along with this plan whilst pregnant, but in all honestly, I was down. Kyle (hubs) and his sister were born 21 months apart, and were in consecutive grades. My sister and I were born 27 months apart, so again pretty close. And while we fought a lot during our teens, and I know Kyle and Meg had their differences, it has really been awesome being in similar places in our lives as adults.
So what happened to our plan, as our daughter is now 10 months old? Well, it just keeps getting put off. The truth is I despise being pregnant. Like, dislike with a passion. I am not one of those women who "glows" with happiness with a baby in utero. I just don't get those women. Frankly, pregnancy sucks. I enjoy drinking copious amounts of caffeine at my leisure, and consuming entire bricks of the stinkiest blue cheese you have ever laid your nostrils on. And, I can't lie, I enjoy drinking a few beers at Taco Mac during the playoffs, or a glass of wine with my steak. Also- maternity clothes- what is the deal with those? I feel like they are made for pregnant grandmas if that makes any sense. And the more fashionable pieces are so expensive! If I am going to pay a lot of money for a particularly cute article of clothing, I better be able to wear for more than four months of my life. B.) I am a very tall girl. Like a hair under six feet. Trying to find a cute pair of jeans that were long enough and embraced the belly was my personal hell. Lastly, I'm kind of scared to be pregnant with a toddler running around. This little girl wears me out as it is. When I was pregnant with her, I'm pretty sure I was asleep for 80% of my life. I would come home from work and take a nap. I would sleep until noon on a Saturday. It was glorious. I could not get enough sleep. I am just too fully aware that the kind of sleep I was getting just isn't in the cards. ever again.
Poor Kyle. I know he is beyond ready. I would be due in three months if it were up to Cap't Eager over there. But here I am, floating by.. putting it off for another month, then another...
What are your thoughts? Are you of the school of thought like us... get them in and out of the diapers. bottles and non-sleeping years all at once? Or are you the kind of person that thinks kids should be separated in age more to give yourself a little more time? Are you one of those psychos that loves pregnancy?
P.S. I write how I talk, so if you are the grammar police, you can kindly judge me, then exit. Kisses!
