Auld Lang Syne

I thought I'd do a 2012 retrospective post to bid farewell to the outgoing year.   And then I looked over my archives and realized that I only posted about six and half times this past year.

I knew my blogging had dropped off quite a bit, but wow . . . I had no idea how much!  I don't feel badly about it, it just is what it is at this point in my life, but I was surprised.

So .  . . no retrospective post other than to say this: I've had a baby in 2010, 2011, and 2012. I also had babies in 2006 and 2008.  Let's do a little math.  That's 5 babies in 6 years.  I'm not saying that I won't have a baby in 2013, because my fertility is epic apparently, but I'd like to mix it up a little in the new year.

(For the record,  I am not planning on a 2013 baby.  Not. N-O-T. Really, God, not planning on it or asking or wondering about it or anything.  If no new baby is Your Will and all, I am really okay with that.  Not trying to be ungrateful, I love my babies, but I'm just saying. Mama's tired.)

I'm working on writing out Septimus' birth story, but it's starting to rival The Odyssey in scope.  I'll finish it, though, if only to have a record of how this little turkey joined the flock.  In the obstetrical world his birth is merely an interesting case, but it's definitely the most exciting (?!) of my brood.  He just had to be memorable from the start, I guess.

I'm off to snuggle the little man who brought us the spark of new life in a waning year.  Happy New Year, and I wish you all many good things in 2013, my friends.