Hello, world. I have not blogged for nearly 3 weeks to the day. At which point I checked into the hospital and got prepped for surgery and soon heard the doctor going on about my baby's giant head, and then I had an armful of wonderful I couldn't properly hug as I was numb due to said surgical proceedings. But it was a miraculous moment anyway.
After that, I took lotsandlotsandlots of drugs, because if I've learned anything in my colorful experience of complications followed by preterm and prolonged labor only to end in c-sections (three times; dear God I do not learn) it's that Drugs Are Our Friends and any drugs you are offered post-surgery (by qualified medical professionals) should be enthusiastically embraced. Because pain is stress and stress will slow down healing. This does not lead to any kind of coherence or brilliance but does encourage lots of sleeping, so after that I slept a lot.
Last week, the Mammoth Book of Hot Romance released in the UK, and I woke up enough to hug my author copies but not actually read them. I need to do that, though, because the lineup of writers is awesome and short story anthologies always have an interesting mix of things I didn't even know I was missing.
Now I get to choose between working on business stuff, writing, or playing with baby feet until she wakes up for her next feeding. I'll be honest with you, I'm leaning towards baby feet. But I'll try to be adult and responsible and deal with accumulated business stuff.