finally.

My blogging fingers have been ever so itchy for the past month or so.

I've been blogging for four years on and off on silly little blogs, much like this one.

I decided to start fresh because that's what we're doing over here right now.

It started with a new last name. Grew with the little bean that's growing like a champ in my belly. It was solidified in this office where I am lucky enough to work full time.

I feel so lucky to be here. In this marriage, in our home, in this stage of life, in this little office! I feel pretty guilty about that one, I'll be honest. It's not pin-perfect but it is so peaceful and wonderful and happy and it let's me be productive and useful and creative.

I have too many thoughts and feelings and hobbies and things to make and I fear for my Husband and my friends and my family because if I don't blog about the things that pop into my brain I turn into an awful mess.

So while my Husband plays with our dogs on the floor behind me, while Beyonce radio is serenading me and while I am wearing my most stretchy pants, I type my first of many lame posts and think thank fuck, I'm back.