It's my baby boy's birthday in a week. I have to sort his party, finish off his toy dog, find a good present that isn't just one more toy in out mountain of toys... and there's this inner deadline of posting his birth story. Which I don't want to write.
Partly because there's a page or so of it on my old computer, which I can't access till I borrow a hard-drive reader yokey from my brother and I sort of need that to kick start me.
But also because I just don't want to. I still feel so negative about it, it's still such a disappointment. The whole year surrounding his birth is just miserable, and I don't want to relive it. Because I hate that it was like that. And he's such a sweet little person despite it all. I'm going to write all about him to balance the negativity around his birth, that's easy - but I need to keep that as a carrot to get me through the other.
However, a small milestone, and one a long time coming, my period returned today. I had had an ovulation pain, now that I think about it, and water retension and food cravings and irritability... mmm, yes, I should have noticed all those signs, the thing is that I get all of them often, except the ovulation pain :)
It's nice timing though - a year, the end of babyness, and I'm back to myself. And he took a step the other day, I missed it, but he stood very sturdily by himself today, so he's on his way.