Update
I've really missed writing here. I just got so busy with my new daughter (Mimi) and my other daughter (Gigi) and . . . and . . . my recovery from surgery was, therefore, not going very well.
I've recently acquired a few novels about which I'd like to write here once I'm finished reading them and I will.
That's another feature that I've always intended to add to this blog: book reviews.
Also, I've received many questions by email and I will get to them all as soon as I can but there is a bit of a backlog...
It's nice to see that people still read even though I took a hiatus for my pregnancy.
Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Not Too Much Longer...
I'm near the end of my pregnancy now and I have even less of a lap on which to rest my computer than I did last week.
My pregnancy has been pretty difficult and posting regularly has been next to impossible. So, posting the many questions that I receive by email and answering them has been a good alternative.
Once the baby is born, I'll post more.
I'm near the end of my pregnancy now and I have even less of a lap on which to rest my computer than I did last week.
My pregnancy has been pretty difficult and posting regularly has been next to impossible. So, posting the many questions that I receive by email and answering them has been a good alternative.
Once the baby is born, I'll post more.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Just Moments Ago...
Gigi was lying down for her nap and I could hear from downstairs that she was finally silent.
As I started to allow myself to drift off, a sudden, loud bang startled me. I called up to Gigi and she was OK. (I almost ran upstairs but I'm not able to do this very quickly since I'm 6+ months pregnant. It was actually quicker to glean information from communication.)
"What was that noise?"
"I don't know."
"Was it in Mummy's bedroom or your bedroom?"
"My bedroom."
"You don't know what happened?"
"No, but Arthur [her talking doll] started talking very loudly and it woke me up."
"OK, where's Arthur now?"
"In my hand."
"Take him back to bed and go for a nap."
"OK, Mummy."
She was unfazed. I didn't want to alarm her by suggesting that anything bad or scary had happened. I still don't know what made that loud bang.
Gigi was lying down for her nap and I could hear from downstairs that she was finally silent.
As I started to allow myself to drift off, a sudden, loud bang startled me. I called up to Gigi and she was OK. (I almost ran upstairs but I'm not able to do this very quickly since I'm 6+ months pregnant. It was actually quicker to glean information from communication.)
"What was that noise?"
"I don't know."
"Was it in Mummy's bedroom or your bedroom?"
"My bedroom."
"You don't know what happened?"
"No, but Arthur [her talking doll] started talking very loudly and it woke me up."
"OK, where's Arthur now?"
"In my hand."
"Take him back to bed and go for a nap."
"OK, Mummy."
She was unfazed. I didn't want to alarm her by suggesting that anything bad or scary had happened. I still don't know what made that loud bang.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Update
I'm taking time off from readings to have my baby and then to care for my baby. I'm giving readings to the last clients over the next month-and-a-half. I've announced that I'll be back next year but, honestly, I don't know if I will be.
I'm tired of giving readings now. I think I'm burnt out again. I read an article in New York Magazine that described being burnt out as a battery that no longer holds its charge. That's how I feel.
I will continue to write here about my experiences -- and more frequently than has been usual--and, probably, I will give readings once I've had my baby.
I'm taking time off from readings to have my baby and then to care for my baby. I'm giving readings to the last clients over the next month-and-a-half. I've announced that I'll be back next year but, honestly, I don't know if I will be.
I'm tired of giving readings now. I think I'm burnt out again. I read an article in New York Magazine that described being burnt out as a battery that no longer holds its charge. That's how I feel.
I will continue to write here about my experiences -- and more frequently than has been usual--and, probably, I will give readings once I've had my baby.
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