Today I read 12 different blogs. Not posts, blogs. Probably 25 or so posts, with comments. And that's after going literally 3 weeks without opening my google reader at all. And it's been more weeks or even months since I read my favorite blogs regularly. So getting back into it felt GOOD.
I don't know what happened. Burn out? Morning sickness followed by nesting followed by rib pain followed by the onset of gigantism? At any rate, my usual list of 190~ unread posts climbed to over 500. And I didn't even think about reading blogs that whole time. Can you say self-absorbed?? Well, maybe partially self, partially baby-absorbed. It's hard not to be when she stomps your bladder and punches your lungs on a minute-to-minute basis. It kind of puts her on your mind, you know?
I also don't know what has suddenly changed to make me start blogging and reading blogs again. I'd like to think it's that it's springtime and I'm feeling an inner awakening. Or that I magically got my blogging mojo back. But when I think about it and allow reality to filter into my thought process (something I generally try to avoid), I think it has been an exchange of time--I used to clean the house and make dinner and play with the kids instead of blogging. Now I am too big and fat and uncomfortable to do any of those things, so the house stays messy, we eat pizza a lot, and the kids have been playing an awful lot of Poisson Rouge.
The upside? You might actually get a comment from me in the next couple of weeks. But after that, once Miss Mustbefedconstantly arrives, all bets are off. I might actually have to trade blogging for Beef Stroganoff again.