How many times has someone said this (?), maybe not verbatim, but said it nonetheless—I am popping my proverbial blog cherry.
I am tired and now in my 37th week of el preggos. About to pop at any minute. I keep thinking that it is going to happen early, and I have read places that most first time mothers think that way, so I am unsure of whether or not I am psyching myself out. Regardless, he is still on his way soon so that has me in the throes of anxiety.
By the way, I do not plan to post thousands of pictures of my child once he is born despite how proud I may be and how perfectly awesome he is sure to be. I do not really feel that this is the proper forum (this being the almighty Internet) to display pictures willy nilly of my home life. I like perverts, just not pedaphilic perverts.
Having said that, I don’t plan to be afraid of honesty. This is really a catharsis for me. I need a new journal…but a different kind. “I want a new drug…”
Also, I have used “do not” and “don’t” too much in this very short entry. I think I should talk about the things I want to do. The future needs to be a time for doing…and I am going to try and work on that.