I am in the funkiest funk there ever was.
I blame the 1st trimester. We are not friends and never have been. I actually set out to write a whole post about our volatile relationship, but she's got such a hold on me these days I can barely make sense of the static in my head.
I feel like I am walking around in a nauseated haze these days.
And I feel bad because I know that my blogging is suffering.
I am hoping that much like my first pregnancy, the 2nd trimester will bring out a renewal of energy and inspiration. But until then I hope you'll bear with me.
And ride out this static with me...