So the midwife was all like, "Breathe deep and . . . PUSH!" And then a baby came out.
Then she was like, "Okay, breathe deep and push again!" So I did and then my blogging mojo came out and got incinerated as medical waste.
And that is the only way I can explain the last six weeks.
Occasionally, my blogging cells will rally and try to fight their way to the internet. But then Eden decides to eat (so we're talking every 45 minutes or so here) and she latches her cute little rosebud mouth on and nurses away and then the slight little pool of mojo that had accumulated is drained out with the milk.
So yes, I'm saying Eden has stolen my blogging mojo. And I don't begrudge her one bit. I mean, really:
I'm going to have a problem with that little face? Hardly.
Truthfully, we are still working the nursing thing out and that takes time and logistically makes typing impossible. I still read tons and tons of blogs but this is a little girl who loves her mommy and wants to always be held so that makes it really hard to comment. And the few times she does let me put her down for a short period of time are spent doing things like feeding my family. They are looking all wraith-like. If any one of them lingers in front of the grocery store just a little too long, people try to give them money to buy food. James especially. Between his natural skinniness and the desperate, desperate state of his hair, I think he's developing a reputation as "that homeless kid who rides a scooter everywhere."
Anyway, things have been especially busy this weekend. I went to the fabulous LDS Storymakers conference which was far less stressful than last year because I have a contract now. Oh, but far MORE stressful because Eden came with me which was interesting, plus I had to solve a wardrobe challenge. How do you dress a six week post baby body in something that is flattering and still functional for nursing? Answer: wear dresses that button in the front and have very forgiving A-line skirts and ties in the front that hide your belly. And wear awesome shoes so nobody looks at the rest of your outfit.
I spent the weekend in great workshops and critique groups which was fun. But the MOST fun was meeting/hanging out with all my bloggy/writery friends.
Take this photo for instance:
I'm going to crib my own comment from Crash's comment trail. If you read Crash, DeNae and I, you're probably really worried to discover that we simultaneously occupied the same physical point in the space-time continuum UNSUPERVISED. You are right to be worried.
I also met Kazzy who is lovely. And I hung out with Sue, the One True Sue, the Navel Gazing Sue, who is also my critique partner and WHO HAS PROMISED TO GIVE ME SOMETHING TO READ SOON. Ahem. Not that she's busy or anything.
And I saw our other partner, Aubrey, and we exchanged gifts of the spirit, only mine was shaped like a book and hers was shaped like a one pound box of See's chocolate which made it back home with me already half eaten which is Not Good but Very Delicious.
I saw my college friend Susan (I forgot to get a picture) and my blog friend LT (ditto forgetting the picture). I saw writer friends Annette Lyon and Josi Kilpack and Julie Wright. And I almost don't want to name any more people because the more people I name, it will make me feel worse about anyone I forget.
Anyway, when Eden settles down to something resembling a schedule (and our rule with the kids is: free ride until age 3 months and then you choose a schedule or we make one for you), blogging will even out. The tentative plan is: blog regularly and also have it be. . .um, good.
Just know, I'm still reading even though my comments have slowed down but seriously, blame it on Eden. Not my total inability to do twelve-teen things at once.
P.S. I didn't forget you, Eliza. I just looked hideous in the picture of us together and I refuse to put it up which is too bad because it's a cute one of you.
P.P.S. Does anyone else think that Crash is way pretty?