1. I really to attempt to be slightly entertaining - even if I'm only entertaining myself. I failed miserably yesterday. There was so much to say - and I glossed it all right over. I'm of the opinion that if you aren't going to do something well, you just shouldn't do it - but I did it anyway.
2. Gah. I'm whiny. Seriously. I know that this is the home stretch. This is the last 2 or 3 weeks of pregnancy. I should be joyously counting it down and preparing for the celebration of the miracle of life! If you have called me, seen me, or interacted with me in the last few days, though, odds are that you have been warned that I have nothing nice left to say. It's just not like me. I'm getting on my own nerves, and as much as I wanted to chronicle pregnancy, do I really want a record of THIS?
So now I'm left with a decision. Should I press on? Do I continue my sad attempt at blogging? If you read this, will you judge me forever for the cranky rantings that I'm sure are yet to come? Will you love me through my run-on sentences and half-hearted attempts to keep a record?
Things are getting real - and they could get real ugly. It was fun when it was all first flutters and ultrasound pictures and showers and nursery setup. Maybe it'll be fun after the sleepless nights and sausage fingers. But the next couple of weeks - the waiting, the impatience, the angry outbursts - should I keep writing? Should I take a hiatus? I wanted this to be real, but now I'm questioning myself. How real is too real?