I’m back, baby!

I’m back. I know, it’s been a long time. I’ve also written a post like this before, promising to write more, to get more out into the world about my life, my baby and my experiences. Not that it matters really to the rest of the world, but it is cathartic for me. It’s also kind of fun to see the reactions the rest of the world has to my own struggle, my triumphs and terrors. Knowing we’re all pretty much the same and have similar experiences gives me a feeling of interconnectedness (as Dirk Gently might agree with.)

Anyway, I do need to post more. It’s fun, and I’ve seen some people are actually reading these posts on occasion (thank you, google analytics!) So today, I’d like to talk a little bit about reminiscing.

So, my adorable kid is now the ripe old age of 16 months. The other day, I was looking at some photos of her when she was a mere 6 months. Oh, the heartache! When did I become such a huge pile of mush? I used to have feelings, but they were mere blips on the radar┬ácompared to the huge wash of anxiety, grief, nostalgia, joy and of course, terror. I fear every day that something’s going to happen to this kid. I miss her when she’s with a sitter. I look at pictures of stupid faces she makes when she’s not around. What happened? Could it be purely hormonal?

I honestly don’t know.

Visiting this site again, and promising to write subjected me to more cute photos of this freakin’ adorable baby – who soon won’t be a baby anymore. I’m just going to try to sit back and enjoy it, and have a good time. I’d like to continue to chronicle her life and write down the silly, cute things she does. Years from now I’m sure I’ll read this and probably laugh at how little the nostalgia hit me then, as I’ll be blubbering all over my keyboard.


Your emotionally unstable Other Mother, Jen.

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