This week has been blog fail week.
Early in the week I started a post on how Acorn's 2nd anniversary of leaving the NICU was yesterday, but really couldn't figure out what to say beyond that. This week he's learned to drink from a straw, called the cat "gih-eee" (kitty), babbles constantly, and eaten an entire slice of pizza, and yet there's nothing memorable?
Later in the week I started a post on how melancholy I've been the last few days about this pregnancy and about being "half way" (or more) done, and how I had no idea what was setting off the blues....
...until I realized this morning that they're related.
Now that I've sorted that out, I think I need a nap.