I really have good intentions
Every week I make a new promise to myself that I will blog more. This past two months has been pathetic in my once-a-week drivel production.
This week I had all intentions of being better. And then. Well, here it is Friday.
I actually feel somewhat bad. Last pregnancy, I documented every twinge and milestone. Now I'm look "Oh look, into the second trimester already! Yay, no more sickness! Ooooh look at that shiny coin on the ground!" and then I forget about myt blog for another week.
So next week, I am making a commitment to be better. And then the week after that we're going on an adults-only vacation for our anniversary. And then the week after that I will be back to normal.
I just hate when blogs I read every day aren't updated for days on end. I somehow feel cheated. So I pledge to not cheat any of you out there. Because I know you are dying for stories about biting and nausea and the drudgery of rainy days and how we spend them at Ikea eating meatballs. Yes, that actually happened this week.