Once a blogger, always a blogger?

I know there are a lot of skeptics out there who question the reason to have a blog at all. And, I know to some people it makes no sense. TMI all around? But, for me, a blog is really an outlet. I consider myself to be a very social person. I love people. I love to talk. I love to tell stories and rattle on about life's little details. And yet, I have an incredibly solitary job, a husband who works long, long hours, and family and friends scattered all over the country. Sometimes the lack of adult interaction during the week is enough to drive me absolutely crazy! So, instead of allowing myself to be deafened by the silence (or maddened by the baby babble), I blog. Don't judge.

So, in the last 6 months (and since I last posted on the old blog), we found out that we were having another baby (and thus a horrible 3 months of sickness ensued), bought a house, packed a house, left the city, and moved to the new house in the burbs. I then spent months feverishly unpacking, decorating, and organizing- because, of course, it all has to be done yesterday in my world. The move has been an adjustment and suburbia takes some getting used to, but I was so ready to leave the city that I'm really loving every minute. It's quiet, we have a big yard, there are deer out my window, I can DRIVE any place I want to go, and people don't get shot/mugged/robbed mere blocks from our home. It is true that I am more isolated now, and I miss my city friends, but I love our little house on our quiet street with plenty of closet space. It's official- I'm a suburbanite. No looking back now.

As of today I am 30 weeks and 5 days pregnant. For those of you who are counting (and I am), that's 64 days left. She is due on December 1st, but I'm determined to get her out in November. (December birthdays suck!) I wish I could say I am one of those people who love being pregnant, but I'm not. It's tough. I'm tired and grumpy and fat. And, I kinda feel like life is on hold. Since we just moved to a new area and, as I said- I'm really isolated, I'd love to start volunteering or join something. But, it doesn't make sense to do anything until after the baby is born. So, it's a waiting game. And then of course, when she comes, life is going to be that much busier, so will I even have time/motivation/desire to start something new?

We've decided to name the new little lady Violet, with the middle name yet to be determined. (The middle name- assuming the penis that she was supposed to have- was to be Douglas, but Violet Douglas doesn't really seem to work for a baby of the non-male persuasion.) I really don't know how we came up with Violet. Somehow it was just a name that both Brad and I actually agreed on. For fairly modern folk, we definitely have a flair for the traditional. If your Grandma could have had the name, we probably like it... Our little old fashioned ladies- Annie and Violet... It was only after we both agreed on Violet that we found out that my Gram's sister's name had been Violet, which I think is AWESOME because I love family names and, no offense to Gram, but "Dorothy" wasn't a great one to pass on. We also hadn't put two and two together until after the fact, but Brad's maternal grandmother's name was Viola. So, family connections all around. 'Violet' is totally meant to be! Plus, I think it's pretty adorable.

Speaking of adorable: Annie, 15 months