This has been one of my worst years, if not the worst, for blogging. I don’t really have a reason for it. I mean, I’ve been pregnant the entire year so far, and I’m sure that has plenty to do with it, but I’m not sure exactly in what way. It’s not like I don’t sit in front of a computer all day, every day (still), and it’s not like there aren’t things to talk about. I suppose I’ve been trying not to be all-pregnancy, all-the-time around here, sometimes consciously, sometimes not.
I have no intention of stopping (the blog – I have every intention of not being pregnant anymore REAL SOON NOW), but it seems kind of sad that I’ve been so absent THIS year of all years. In a couple of months, we’ll be looking at the 10th anniversary of my blog, and I feel like this year shouldn’t count. Especially since I can’t imagine I’ll be writing all that much while the baby is tiny. Maybe I’ll surprise myself (and everyone else).
My plan, that I will not stress myself into sticking to, is to not worry about whether I’m all-pregnancy or all-baby or all-books or whatever and just write something. For nearly 10 years, my only theme has been that there is no theme (and no standards – thank goodness I set that expectation up from the start!), so why worry about it now?