Until then, here’s our tiny house, lost in the snow.
It’s so cute.
But seriously, look at that sky. Good heavens. Colorado is flexing today, folks, and if it wasn’t freeze-your-eyebrows cold outside, I would be out enjoying it.
Since it IS freeze-your-eyebrows cold, however, I’m going to stick with a hot drink on my couch and a quick heads up for y’all that I have a house update coming! We’re slowly chipping away at our enormous project, and I can’t wait to share the progress with you.
My current read, which, may I add, has a fabulous title. To be honest, pregnancy kicked my reading habits in the teeth, y’all. Like, hard. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to pick up a book and read it through to the end.
But! Now I’m nursing. And when you’re nursing and hanging out with a newborn who insists on being held while he sleeps at two AM, you find you have a lot of time for reading.
So glad to be getting back into it!
Folks, this is tiny house living at its very realest. The snow is too deep outside to use our clothes line, and probably won’t melt for a good long while.
Cute, huh?
Living like this stressed me out until one of my lovely writer friends suggested I romanticize it a bit.
So now I live in The Burrow with the Weasleys.
Be jealous.
Guess what!?
I’m alive.
I know, miraculous, right? I can’t believe it’s been six months since I’ve written for this blog. I think that might have been the last time my brain worked properly. When was that?
July.
Yes, July. That was the month I lost my mind. I remember now.
In case you didn’t remember, I was pregnant in July. Just hitting the second trimester, and expecting things to get easier from here on out.
Ha.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
It did not get easier. Hense the six month absence and my foggy, glitching brain.
Growing a human is hard, y’all. It takes way more work than I was expecting.
But! I am here now, and I do, in fact, have a tiny human to show for all this work.
He’s cute, right?
I made that.
Super proud of myself, if you can’t tell.
Recovering from pregnancy and giving birth has been a little more intense than I expected. (Read: horrible and soul-sucking.) But we’re finally done with doctor’s visits and infections and I didn’t die, so there you go.
And now . . . now I’m trying to find my feet again. Remember who I was before, what I liked to do, what I wanted out of life. I can do my dishes again and workout and feed my bunnies, thank goodness. My writing is attempting to come back too, and these days I’m rethinking where I want it to go and what I most want to put my time into.
I don’t have a lot of time, see. Newborns are needy little creatures. Gotta squeeze those chubby cheeks, y’all. Every day. And count those tiny toes. And give him all the kisses. It’s exhausting.
Thankfully, this blog is going to make the cut, and I’ll still be around to talk about writing, bunnies, greyhounds, tiny babies, and that one housing project that is still not finished.
So here’s to a new year! Hopefully my brain shows up for this one.
I’ve missed hearing from you all in the last six months! What’s been up in your world? Tell me about it in the comments!
Ramblings of an Obsessive Bookworm 