I've tried to launch Lily's Pad twice. There was one post in 2007, the year Z was born—a fair to middling blog manifesto. How sad. And a post in 2009, fraught and overemotional, about my miscarriage. How sad, but in a different sorta way.
So now E is here. She's 5 weeks old, in fact, sitting contentedly in her bouncy seat next to me making newborn grunts and gurgles as I type.
Could it be baby-related hormones that compel me to write?
More likely it's that E is fed and happy. Three-year-old Z is off at daycare. My man's at work. And the dogs are quiet. The house is quiet.
I. Can. Actually. Hear. Myself. Think.
Maybe I can make this blog thing work. At least until my maternity leave's over. Or the phone rings. Or the dogs bark. Or E starts crying. Or I decide to take a shower instead of sit at the computer trying to write a little bit each day.
She can wait.