This is a photo from the baby shower our church threw for us after Little Girl was born. My youngest sister Heather is on the left and my mom is on the right. By process of elimination, that would put me in the center holding Little Girl. I don't have many photos of myself, so I thought I'd include this here.
So I FINALLY got this blog to publish! I spent a lot of the day Thursday trying to get it to work. We figured it out this morning and now I'm so pumped -- we have three computers online at the same time! Can you tell we're techy nerds here? I can blog in bed now! :)
So I broke the news to Scott today that I have joined blogdom. He took the news well, though he DID ask me if my blog was called "Christian Feminist Dot Com." He was joking, of course. He also seemed interested in being a guest author some day, so that's cool. I'm hoping my parents and sisters will contribute as well.
In other miscellaney, I am coming down with a cold. Seems crazy to catch a cold in August, but here I sit with a scratchy throat and a tickle in my nose. I'm popping zinc every 12 hours and drinking lots of fluids. I guess it has been 4 1/2 months since I was last sick, but that was such an awful experience that I'm just dreading how this will turn out. I was 9 months pregnant with Little Girl and came down with a cold about February 14. March 18, when Little Girl was born, I was still sick. (In fact, being so physically worn down is a major reason I opted to get the epidural this time. I just didn't think I could get through the night without rest and the epidural allowed me to sleep for an hour before I hit the pushing stage.) I got a really bad sinus infection that took two rounds of antibiotics to rout out. I thought for sure I was ripping my obliques every time I coughed because it hurt so bad -- I had to bend over to keep the ripping sensation from overwhelming me. I had three nights where I couldn't sleep at all, and for about 2 or 3 weeks, I couldn't keep from verbalizing each breath I took. I would try SO hard to breathe quietly and I couldn't stop the moaning. It was awful. Scott said he has never seen me so sick in our entire relationship. So I'm really hoping that being 4 months post-partum will give my body the strength it needs to get through this virus without getting SO bad.
So I need to finish formatting this blog and then I can start actually writing. So don't worry -- this isn't going to be just random ramblings.
