Alive and Well.

I've gotten a few e-mails from readers asking if we're all okay here in Adelyn world, and suddenly it hit me how little I write these days, and how sad my blog has become. It sucks. I love this blog, I've loved it for almost a year and a half now, so much. It got me through my pregnancy. It made me a better writer. It helped me sort out ohsomany issues with being a new mother. I still value it, and I still have every intention on continuing it throughout Adelyn's life. So, please, bare with me. I stupidly looked at my site hit counter this morning and, oh!, how not writing has affected my once-thriving readership.

Basically, I'm going to figure out how to carve this blog into my new life.

Because this new life looks a little something like this, like what I'm doing at this very moment. I'm on a quasi-lunch break. I have tzatziki sauce all over my fingers from the takeout gryo I'm scarfing down (didn't have time to make lunch this morning). I have to be at another meeting for work in twenty minutes. I am going to be late because I really, really want this gyro and to type this. Damnit, now the tzatziki sauce has seeped into several keys of my keyboard. Directly after that meeting, I have to go pick up Addy from the babysitter's. Once we get home and she takes a nap I have a ton more work to do. (I work partly from an office, partly from home.) Tonight, thank god, I'm not going to work out. I have the past four nights in a row. That's another new facet of my life--working out--and although it's brought me a new sense of balance and self-awareness, it's claimed even more of my time. (Another topic for another day--I've lost 7 pounds working out and mildly adjusting my eating. Gyro not included.)

Addy is EVERYWHERE. She is the funniest, goofiest, happiest little thing in the world. I love her and our life with her more now than I ever imagined I could. A laughing, incessantly-moving baby is INFINITELY better than a newborn. In my humble opinion. If I knew I could pop them out at this age and skip the whole beginning part I'd have five more Adelyns, but, alas, that's not the way god planned it. Nor could my body pop out a 20 pound baby. But anyway.

NineMonthstoLife is back. I'm back. Because now we're on to the Life part, the busy, crowded, frustrating, joyful, insane life part. And it's the best part yet.