I read from the fabulous Mel at Stirrup Queens that you should finish a draft before you start another post.

As I have about 5 drafts recently started (in addition to the 20 someodd that have accumulated through the years) … And about 50 more stories to edit and post …
I’m blatantly ignoring her advice.

(Although, Mel, it really IS good writing advice. I promise I do take you up on it most days.)

So you might be thinking there must be some news, or something blatantly pressing on my heart that I’m writing on my phone while I should be sleeping. 
And the answer is No. Or, at least, not really. 
I started a pill. Actually, make that 2 pills.
Here is my new nightly cocktail:

It’s somewhat humbling to even post this, or acknowledge that I’m back on all this medicine after weaning myself off all meds for so long. 
First, it was the anti-depressant. 
Then, it was the baby aspirin. 
Last week, I bit the bullet and started birth control. 
And tonight, I add anti-nausea pills to the mix.
So far, birth control has been OK in every other area except one really really big one…. Nausea. 
The first time I took it, I woke up halfway through the night and I couldn’t sleep because I felt so bad. 
The other days I managed to sleep in at least till 6 before getting up feeling sick. Saturday, I laid in bed till 2 pm. (Thank you Ryan!) This morning, I was up at 4:30, ready to hurl, trying to munch down some ginger cookies in case they’ll help. They did, or something worked, and I fell back asleep at 7. 
Thank goodness for Maddy who got herself and Leyla cereal and turned on the TV. (Well, a few min later she came running in telling me that Leyla was sitting ON the table. Of course, that got me up for a bit.)
In spite of her help (and Trader Joe’s ginger cat cookies — which really is people food), we missed Leyla’s play group. I MADE myself exercise, but had to stop a lot to make sure I kept everything down. 

I decided today that this nausea was interfering with life enough. Time to call the doctor.

The nurse said that the nausea should go away in a month. I asked for tips coping with the unhappy side effect, and she one-upped me: got me a prescription for anti-nausea meds. When I was preggers with Maddy, I lived off this stuff. Literally.

So tonight, I start. And hope I sleep in till at least 7. And hopefully, I am not super sick. But in case I am … The bucket and ginger crackers are conveniently an arm’s reach away. 

As for other things … Life in blogging has been interesting since my blog went viral. 

And here’s what I mean by that. 

First, when your stats start going crazy, you kinda freak out … In a good way. Then you get overwhelmed (over 1,000 comments in a few days’ time will do that. And that’s a 1,000 very personal stories of peoples’ babies.)

Then you start getting some recognition, people start liking you on Facebook, and then you (ok, really me) start to feel like , YES — I am a writer and I could totally write a book. 

Except, even during that time, I had to remind myself that the slump was coming. 

You see, viral isn’t sustainable. I don’t want to be a one-post wonder. 
I want to have content that is readable, thought-provoking, tear-producing, straight-from-my-heart share-worthy stuff. 

But here’s the thing. Blogging is really a partnership. I write for me and for you. I hope you like what you read. And I hope you share. 

Sometimes it’s hard to see numbers dwindle. It’s hard to come off that high.  I have to make myself remember that every single one of you are NOT a number — even though that’s all the comes on my dashboard. It’s so much better when I make myself remember that you are a NAME, a person, a friend, a loved one, someone I haven’t met yet but I have the privilege of sharing with.

Honestly, YOU reading my blog is super cool. Thanks so much for taking some of your precious time to care about me, my words, my thoughts, and my family. I super appreciate you.

If you take time to comment — extra super cool. I feel so loved by a thoughtful comment. Or even just one that acknowledges, “hey, I read your stuff.”

If you take time to share my blog — that is like the biggest, biggest hug ever. I think for anyone who is an artist of any kind (music, words, painting, etc), the biggest compliment you could ever give them is to share their work.

So for all of you who have shared whenever a post speaks to you, thanks from the bottom of my heart. And for all of you for whom I see a number, and not a name, know that I really appreciate you sticking around. <3


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