So, for those of you on the internets that haven’t heard, I’m now in the family way. On stork watch. Got a bun in the oven. Up the duff. With child. Oh for Christ’s sake, I’m pregnant.
This blog was certainly not started as a pregnancy blog, considering that at its origins I was adamantly opposed to thinking of considering possibly maybe someday in the far off future mulling over pondering the potential prospect of having a child. I started the blog when I was transitioning from med student to resident. A pretty overwhelming time. A lot of uncertainty and questions and doubts and fears and excitement. A time a bit like now. In fact, I may have even used that metaphor way back when. This here old blog was invaluable with that transition. It kept me sane. It let me say the things I needed to say but couldn’t say them because I wasn’t even sure which way was up. And eventually, I figured out which was was up and the emotions calmed and I was okay. And my writing slowed. And then pretty much stopped. It wasn’t that I didn’t like writing anymore, it’s just I didn’t need as I had before.
But I need it now. So for a while, the blog is going to be a bit of a baby blog. Sure, I’ll probably throw in a good work story now and then, but for the most part, it’ll be about vomiting and fear and ultrasounds and getting fat. Hey wait, that could be a work story. . .
If you’re not interested in reading baby stories, I totally get it. If it helps, I promise to still swear a bit. And I won’t change the background to some flowers, hearts and puppies orgy of vomituous sweetness bullshit.
We’ll see what happens.