Clearly, The BLOG is not my highest priority right now.

You can feel good knowing that it’s not at the bottom of the list however. Yesterday I finally took the time to remove the last remnants of the nail polish I had painted on my toes TWO WEEKS before Felicity was born.

I probably shouldn’t admit that I’ve been wearing sandals everyday since then either.

And I also probably don’t need to tell you that it is not the only standard that I’ve lowered around here.

I’m going to try to make an effort to post weekly until…well…I was going to say until life is not so busy but, even though I sometimes wish I could see at least a little bit of the immediate future (just a few months out! that’s all!) I can’t, but I do know that waiting for life to slow down means I’m in for a long wait, if you know what I mean, which I’m sure you do since you’re waiting for me to end this completely inane run-on sentence, but I haven’t yet because I sort of want it to be the run-on sentence that doesn’t stop, although we all know if I don’t stop it very soon you’ll never even read it since I won’t be able to post it, so if you’re reading this, you’ll know that it stops very very soon.

Whew! And you guys were actually wishing I’d start posting again!

(But please stay. I won’t do that again. Very soon.)

So in other news…I now know what you mean about everyone thinking baby girls are boys. It doesn’t bother me and I rarely correct people unless it seems that I can’t avoid it (we’re talking people at the grocery store and the post office). But for the people who get offended, I guess I think all babies kind of look like boys. At least when they’re under 2 months. You know how premature infants look like old men? That’s what it is. All tiny babies look like boys. Felicity is looking less and less like a boy to me now though. (And the next posting will have pictures!!! Promise.)

Today: I looked at the clock and sighed because it was later than I wanted it to be.

C was watching me and said, “It’s getting late to start school?” (He likes to always be on time.)

“Yeah, but it’s alright.”

“Yeah,” he said. “It’s alright. It’s not real anyway.”

Well, that’s a relief. I was getting all anxious about homeschooling, but now that I know I can fake it, I’ll relax a little.

A few days ago: S was watching me feed Felicity. As I switched her to the other side he said, “Why are you putting her on the other side?”

“Because I think she’s still hungry.” I said.

“So, that side,” he said, pointing to the right. “is for drinking. And the other side is for food?”

That kid makes me laugh.

Overheard

“Alright, Miss Squirmy. It’s time to go to sleep.”

“No, Dad. His name is Fe-wis-city!”

A moment in time.

It has been four weeks since I gave birth!

That’s like a month! How is that even possible? (I know. I know. I’m going to be saying that at kindergarten graduation, high school, college and then at her wedding. But still. A month!)

I’ve been trying to figure out a way to say this but it’s almost too hard to put into words.

But I’ll try anyway.

Yesterday we had a cold morning. We’d left our windows open overnight and the inside temp when we got up was in the lower 60s. So I pulled out some long pajama bottoms to put on before I made breakfast and I slipped into my warmer slippers and I suddenly flashed back to a moment or moments when I wore that “outfit” for days on end. I remembered something that I didn’t even have to try to forget.

I suddenly had that same feeling of wretchedness, of nausea, of dizziness, of dread, of wanting food and wanting nothing to do with food at the same time, that I had from the end of December to April.

How is it that one can feel that bad for months, day after day, week after week, losing several pounds a week, feeling weak and dizzy and then in a moment, it fades to the back.

How is it that nine months feels like two years and one month feels like a day?

How is it so easy to forget?

I guess it’s as many people have said.

The world would not be peopled if it were not so.