Time to prepare for the arrival of bub. Time to completely give in to my nesting instinct.
|Nawww, look at all the cute little person clothes with the
blue and the stripes and the… (cluck, cluck)
Time to soak up some precious one-on-one time with my girl. Time to enjoy the last few days with her and my husband as a three-person family.
|Nawww, look at the proud big sister who can’t
wait to meet her little brother… (cluck, cluck)
Time to rest. Time to put my feet up. Time to sleep instead of blog.
We’ll be welcoming a new life to the world in the next few weeks. A living, breathing, crying, pooping, cuddly bundle of joy.
Our family will grow. And that’s where my focus will be. Where it should be.
Time for a bloggy break.
I might be about to take a bloggy break, but I’ve been busy! Busy rounding up guest posts from some of my favourite people.
Favourites from both my online and offline worlds.
I’ll be back in May. I will not – WILL NOT – be back before then, no matter how tempting to share lessons learnt (and re-learnt) with the arrival of bub. No matter how tempting to share stories from hospital.
No matter how tempting to jump on just to share his name!
Sorry. But while I may be keeping mum (boom tish), this blog certainly won’t be. I’ve lined up six wonderful guest bloggers who will feature in the coming weeks, appearing each Tuesday until May. Some are household blogging names (and I’m oh-so-excited to have them feature!). One is still quite new to blogging. And one is making his blog debut, a musician friend of mine venturing out from behind the microphone and the keyboard to sit behind the… keyboard. Didn’t think that one through.
All have tales to tell and lessons to teach. Wisdom to impart.
And laughs to share.
And they’ve all shared those things generously. Mega-thanks in advance to my guest bloggers. Thank you for your time, your words, your lessons, your blogging mojo, and your selflessness. You are beautiful!
Enjoy April, everyone. Don’t miss me too much. (But try to miss me a little bit. It’s good for my ego.)
I’ll catch you in May.