There is just something about it.

Technology makes me smile and tortures my schedule, all at the same time.  I feel this unimposed since of obligation to "be in touch" with the world around me through tools such as blogging, Twitter and Facebook.  It's weird how that has happened. 

But, when I step away, I miss the joy and sense of belonging that it brings to me. And I find myself returning like the prodigal.  

A friend asked me yesterday if I had blogged at all.  She said she had stopped checking since I have been so unfaithful this summer. I don't think that she is the only one. But I am determined to be dedicated to this silly page again.  I do not want to miss out on the things in our life and the arrival of our little girl.  

We are 27 weeks into this pregnancy.  At the longest, we will have a new family member in thirteen weeks.  I find myself tossed between a number of emotions.  I, of course, am filled with excitement to lay my eyes on that sweet face.  Yet, I feel very unprepared.  We have no name. A white bedroom with crib pieces laid against one wall.  No bedding.  I am, what some may call, a procrastinator.  I am a bit nervous about having a child at the onset of winter.  I need to get out.  I need to be active.  And I find myself wondering what a cold winter indoors will do to my sanity.  Though I'm sure that all of these tiny issues will be solved by the time she arrives and my hesitations will be drowned by love, this is what I feel currently.  

Plus, three children three and under. That. Is. Enough. To. Make. Anyone. Overwhelmed.

I think I'll stop blogging and search for bedding. Right now.