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[tap… tap… is this thing on?]
I bet you thought I was never coming back. Well, to be honest I had to convince myself a little. Much like many of you, I hit a wall with my writing. Did I still want to write? What should I write about? Is anyone still going to read?
The funny thing about this blog… it started out 7 YEARS AGO as random thoughts, meandered down the mom path, then WHOA! a full stopover on infertility island. A loooong stop. A happy/sad/funny/shitty/omg/oh no/WTF kind of place.
…and then, empty space.
My son is turning 10 in a few months. The infertility journey has ended with a whimper. I’m back to being a working mom with a lot of junk floating around in my head. Unfulfilled dreams, beginnings, endings.
Who knew the title of this blog would take on a different meaning outside my love of handbags? BagMomma. as in… I got lots of baggage. And it’s not designer for sure.
I am at a crossroads again. But I miss writing. And for those of you I still stalk on your own blogs, check in on FB or lament on Twitter… it just feels wrong to not be writing somewhere. I have lost the two-way conversation I held so dear with many of you.
I’m not sure if I can stay here however. The memories are killing me. The fact that my most frequent keywords on this blog are miscarriage and 5dp5dt brings up memories that taste most bitter. I feel like I need a shiny place to leave the bags behind.
But where, and what shall I call it? Feel free to sound off in the comments, if anyone is present.
…if no one is here, well, I am a whiz at talking and no one listening, so I got it covered for now.