Last night I asked Z what he thought of the first blog post. He sort of hesitated, which is never a good sign. And then he asked a really good question. “What are you writing about?” He didn’t think I wanted to write a history of our son’s life. And if I did want to he suggested that I break it up into much shorter entries. Point well taken.
After I nursed my very fragile ego for a few minutes I did some thinking. I guess what I was trying to do is provide some background, but really that post was for me. I’m still trying to sort through my own garbage that goes along with a huge life changing event. And it would probably be much more interesting for everyone involved if I did that sorting on my own time.
So. What I’d like to write about here is all the stuff that no one talks about when it comes to motherhood. Especially motherhood influenced by a pesky anxiety disorder. Not groundbreaking stuff, probably stuff lots of other “mommy bloggers” are writing about, but heck the only person required to read this lives with me. Hi Zekers.
If you’d like to hear my thoughts on breastfeeding, why women are so damn mean to each other, and of course anal fissures please stay tuned…