**This blog was originally created in 2010 to document my husband and my life as we tried to get pregnant with our first child. After finding BDSM I repurposed the blog in 2014 to look at our kink and balancing it with the two children we now have. Please feel free to read the below posts and any from my 2010 and 2011 archive, but please be aware that they are not representative of our life now. Also, certain edits have been made to these posts. To start from the beginning of our kinky life, start here. **
Today was definitely a nine out of ten. I finished laundry and cleaned the kitchen all before noon. I made and froze four batches of palmeni and created this blog. All in all a pretty productive day. Sadly, that has not been the norm over the last few months. But, as D starts school tomorrow, I am going to have to pull more weight around here. Having him not working this summer has been a real joy, and I got a little bit too used to it. Dinner duty will be mine again, and while he is studying I am hoping to begin some new craft projects.
The other big change is that we have officially started trying for a baby. I promise not to be too gross on here, but I found lots of baby sites too depressing. We had a no luck on our first month, but I can pretend to be patient. I know it sounds crazy to have a child while D is in law school, but we are ready and I know we can make it work. But I feel like before we bring any bundles of joy into the world I need to sort a lot of myself out. I have fought with depression for about ten years and I have found I’m really getting tired of it. It sounds really cliche, but I hoping to find my happy place this year. I find myself scattered in several hobbies and interests. I’m trying to reign that in. My dreams of being a writer have been blown into too many ideas and directions. I am hoping to use these years of D’s education to find my own path to a future, not just of motherhood (not to demean its virtues), but also to personal happiness to make me a better wife, mother, and professional.
Chasing Me should be pretty obvious after the boring paragraph above (I’ll try not to do that too often). Chasing You refers to our first child. Not that I’ll be writing this in letter form to him or her. I actually have a journal for that. This blog is more about Chasing Me, I won’t be making you sick with tales of my morning sickness or worse. Only pretty things, I swear. And I welcome to take advice or comments about anything I write.