Back from Outer Space

Hello My People,

My what a ride this pregnancy was! I apologize for totally falling off the face of the blog-Earth at the end of it and even gradually as the pregnancy wore on, but I think most of you know that with various complications, it became more and more difficult for me to talk about. Even as some of the PUPPP rash faded, I took solace in a leprosy lifestyle of being inside, bemoaning my fate, and not taking calls or visitors.

Nevertheless, writing is so healing for anyone most of the time, but always for me because of it being my chosen medium and what not. So I do want to go back in time a bit and discuss some of the finer (but not really that fine-feeling) points of pregnancy and of course, the arrival of my treasure Andrew, who now sleeps so peacefully in my lap. A lot of semi-strangers kept saying "it will all be worth it in the end," and I usually wanted to facepunch them when they said this. I knew that, obviously, or I would not be enduring the relative hell I was in. And yet, I hate to say those bizards were so right on the money. From the minute I saw Andrew, I knew I would do anything in the world for him. And believe me: he enjoys testing that promise. When he's had gas, I walk with him, rock him, and nurse him even as feel my body kind of melting into "can't do this!"

Okay, so with all that said, I give you Andrew at one week asleep in my nursing pillow. I took a fancier first week portrait a la Young House Love that I still need to photoshop "1 week" onto and upload from the big camera. But this should tide you over.

Somewhat unrelated: I think I am going to change the name of this blog. But don't worry, the Maw will be back in the event of additional Turner children. God help us all though if that's not at least a few years down the road, though...