Happy New Year

Mix keeps telling me I’m neglecting this blog in favor of my food blog and my boob blog, and it’s true. I was thinking about another year end retrospective and while browsing through the archives I saw that the last few months have been especially pathetic post-wise. I really just haven’t felt like posting.

Since September I’ve been depressed, the most depressed I’ve been since Boyfiend and I broke up in 2003. After the best summer I’ve ever had, a summer with beach vacations, fewer fights with my mom, tons of fresh fruits and vegetables from my CSA, farmers markets and my own garden, happy hours with friends, and many margaritas I peed on a stick and learned I was pregnant just a few weeks after Boyfiend went back to work.

The first week or two wasn’t too terrible. I worked part-time at the bagel place to help out my old boss and my mom came in to babysit. But then I didn’t have anymore babysitters and had to stop working, morning sickness struck with a vengeance, and the Fiendling stopped sleeping through the night again. The wisdom of a second pregnancy eluded me. I didn’t know what the fuck I was thinking getting pregnant when my toddler was such a shitty sleeper and didn’t really want to talk about how depressed I was because of a planned pregnancy.  I felt selfish. So many women try so hard to have babies and can’t, and here I was pregnant after two months of unprotected sex and miserable about it.

We didn’t tell anyone about it for another two months. Many of our friends figured it out since I wasn’t drinking (no one seemed to buy my alcoholism excuse for refusing drinks) but we didn’t confirm their suspicions until right around Thanksgiving when I hit the second trimester, my belly exploded,  most of the morning sickness ceased, and the Fiendling finally started sleeping a little better.  Since then I’ve been feeling better. My depression about being pregnant has faded into acceptance and while I fear for my sanity I’m not quite as terrified as I was a few months ago.

We’re going to have another baby in May. I’m 20 weeks pregnant right now. We’re not finding out the gender and we have no idea what we’re going to do about where the new baby will sleep. Our house is big enough, but it may require some renovation. I really miss margaritas and I really miss happy hour.

But aside from these last few depressing months 2007 was a pretty good year. Boyfiend and I are lucky to have such a smart, sweet boy and another on the way. Let’s hope 2008 is just as good. Stay tuned for posts about swollen ankles, a big belly, and a fat ass.

Happy New Year!