If you have found yourself here, we probably know each other. Maybe you like me so you gave the link a click over at the ol’ Facebooks or Tweeters. Or maybe you *don’t* like me so you gave the link a click, just to do a little spite reading? No judgement, I spite read too! IT’S FINE.
I have had several blogs in the past that, for various reasons, I let fall into disrepair and disuse. I thought about reviving one of those, but really, they all came from such different seasons of my life that it seemed more appropriate to just start anew. So, here we are.
Years ago, when I was very first pregnant with what ultimately turned out to be my first miscarriage, a dear friend referred to what I was growing as “the belly fish”. It made me laugh then and it still makes me laugh now. I registered the domain all those years ago, thinking I would maybe write about the experience of pregnancy and early parenthood. But, I never did.
Now, five years, two miscarriages, one actualized belly fish, and a pandemic later, I decided to go ahead and put the site to use.
There is no theme other than “whatever I feel like today” and I reserve the right to edit at-will, change my mind, delete, restore, and otherwise flail about with abandon, though I will try to do all those things with transparency. You will never find anything salacious or saucy, because frankly that’s not my style, but you will almost certainly find some bad jokes, embarrassing typos, and maybe a solid rant or two. I don’t post pictures of my kid’s face to the webz, so you won’t see that, though you might catch a hand or back-of-head shot if you are lucky. You will definitely see pictures of my dogs. Sorry.
I like writing and have always found it to be terrifying, cathartic, vulnerability-inducing, and fun. It is a hopeful act, both generous and narcissistic, and both aspects are, if I am honest, gratifying in equal parts. I haven’t done it for quite some time and I’m glad to be back.
So welcome. It’s good to see you. Let’s talk again soon.
The Belly Fish 