Mom@Home Wants to Move

I'm thinking of moving this blog somewhere else. While Blogger is easy to use, I kind of like Wordpress. I've also seen a number of nice blogs on Typepad. So I'm dilly-dallying on whether to move this to a different site. I could also move this over to the b5 servers as my personal blog, but that would mean buying my own domain. It's not too expensive, but I don't want to spend until I have at least a reliable source of blogging moolah. Which means, no spending on blogging until I'm earning a fair amount from pro-blogging. It's part of the "financial independence" viewpoint, you know.

I could also just tweak this template, play around with it. Improve it. Lots of things I could do with it. I just need to get to it.

Some Thoughts Today

I've been blogging for almost a year now. Sometimes, I find I'm not as much of an avid blogger as some. I run out of words, or maybe it's just the introvert in me taking over. Face to face, I'm not one to say much about myself. I listen mostly. My oldest friend is the talker between us. Likewise between my hubby and me.

These days, my mind is filled with baby thoughts. I'm impatient as well as patient. I patiently wait for the birth of my second child, choosing to let nature take its course rather than force it to follow mine. At the same time, I impatiently wait for the day when I can have my time as I want it to be. I'm impatient for the newborn months to be over before they even start. I have so many things I want to do, yet I know they have to take a backseat to what's primary in my life right now.

And what is that primary object? To nurture my children while they are young. To not let my other pursuits steal my time from them. I don't look at child-rearing as something that holds me back. It is my time with them, before I have to share them with the world. Some of that world has been knocking on our door already, as my firstborn spends time with other kids while Mommy goes to renew and refresh herself.

Other people are getting the chance to take care of him. And I love that. I'm proud for him to be seen and known as I know him. And yet, a tug in my heart shows me a picture of the future, when he will have other bonds that I have no part of.

I hope that my planned pursuits, professional and otherwise, will wait for me, when I will have the time and space to delve into them once more.