five faves / oh baby

Greetings and salutations!

And, surprise!

Top five moments of new baby's in-utero life thus far:

1. Breakfast

The morning I suspected I was pregnant, I decided to scramble some eggs. Cracked open an egg into a bowl, and boom: double yolk. Hmmm.

Took pregnancy test. Positive.

Four mornings later, I make eggs again. Crack open egg.

SECOND DOUBLE YOLK IN A WEEK.

Say a Hail Mary and wonder how many infant onesies you need for twins.

2. Ultrasound

First OB visit and 8-week ultrasound showed just one guest hanging out, but I really had my doctor going with the whole double-double-yolk story. 

3. IAS

I developed serious Internet Aversion Syndrome for the first trimester. Ever heard of it?

It's when the familiar and ever-present car-sick, queasy feeling of pregnancy intrudes upon your sole escape from reality--namely, blogs and online shopping. I hear that people with car sickness are supposed to either drive the car or try and look at the horizon. Anytime I tried to look down at my phone and scroll through Instagram, or sit with the laptop and compose a post, it was like doing that while sitting in the far-back of a 15-passenger van, hurling down Lombard Street in San Francisco.

Close to the halfway point of cooking this baby, and IAS has almost completely abated. Favorite thing ever.

4. Boy/girl

My favorite part of delivery with both Joseph and Ambrose was the moments after each baby came out, and I'm lying back, thoroughly exhausted, totally spent, eyes closed, and I hear Sean say: It's a boy!

I labor for those words. They're my reward. So even though the big anatomy ultrasound is coming up fast, I don't think we'll find out the gender.

5. Gobble gobble

I'm due in November.

In lieu of baby gifts, please send pans of my favorite gluten-free stuffing for Thanksgiving. :)

And now, a Domestic Apologist PSA.

I've thought about this site every day since beginning my little pregnancy-imposed blogging sabbatical. In the very early weeks of this baby's existence (and the most potent IAS), I still forced myself to write posts, all the while wanting to either throw up or go lay down and close my eyes. Awful. Why was I making myself do it? Who was I doing it for?

So I stopped.

I gave up the pursuit of new readers, the affiliate links and, to be honest, the hope of making more of a name for myself (and this blog) before the Edel Gathering.

But, surprise (another one)! I took up other things--like reading the news! (Something I did religiously before I read blogs.) And reading books! (More on that tomorrow.)

And, I did something I told myself I'd do long ago but never did: I cleaned out my blog reader and unsubscribed from anything that wasn't enriching my day or bringing me life.

This isn't to say that one can't read both blogs and news, blogs and books, blogs and make sure each blog was contributing, not detracting, to one's spirit. Indeed, so many lovely ladies with awesome blogs do just that.

But somehow, it wasn't working for me. And getting pregnant again proved that. In my nauseated haze, I pruned back my intake of online information almost to nothing. When I felt well enough to begin reading again, I started slowly. It all came back to what was bringing me life, as I was growing a new life within me.

One of my most favorite things about blogging is that you can stop, whenever, for whatever reason, and the world goes on--or as the New York Post would say, the republic still stands. I like that.

Anyway. I'm happy to be looking at the blinking cursor again, happy to be gestating, happy to be able to stand on my soap box (or diaper box, as Jim Gaffigan would say) from time to time. And thank you, as always, for clicking over here. Now join me in eating some carbs.

Linking up with Heather, the new hostess with the mostest!