God, does anyone even read blogs anymore? Blogs became businesses, everyone moved to Instagram and all our attention spans halved in the process. Instagram is good and all but as someone who thinks and feels in words, not pictures, I kind of miss reading the 1000 words that a picture supposedly tells.
I can also see that the last time I wrote anything was over a year ago, so a quick summary for anyone I don’t know in real life: I had another daughter in November last year. Her name is Beatrix, she is alive and well and happy, and she is perfect. The pregnancy and birth was very difficult, and despite expecting it to be hard, it was HARD. Sustaining a pregnancy after a stillbirth took a big emotional toll, and the birth was a whole other thang. My brain broke (temporarily, although I’m still a bit blurry around the edges) and I don’t remember much of it. But she is four months old, and she is the best thing that has ever happened to our little family. A delight.
One day I’ll write more about it and the pregnancy and how it all went down - God knows I wrote every detail of Archie, Jed and Edie’s births here, so I owe it to Bea that she suffer the same indignity of having the gory details of her birth plastered on the internet for eternity.
I’m going to start writing here more. Probably still about random stuff I make and like, the slow renovation of our house, attempting to gently parent my three sweet children, the ridiculous amount of books I read and of course, All My Feelings.
