Adieu, adieu, to you and you and you.

I'm bad at goodbyes. Always have been, always will be.

I think that's why I've been procrastinating about moving over to the new blog address I established –while still pregnant! over four months ago! – here. That, plus I've been running around with a tiny human being who relies on me for his every waking (and sleeping) need. But it's getting silly now, because I need a spot where I can just dash off quick, maybe not fully formed or cogent thoughts about this new world I now call home. And it feels somehow wrong to do that here, where I spent so much time trying to trudge through the painful wilderness of infertility treatment, miscarriage and even the often-perilous 10 months of pregnancy. It feels like there's too much baggage, like I always owe infertility something when I write here, even if all I want to do is write about the bulls*&t diapers they sell at Costco (don't buy them) or how much you want to scream out loud when your baby bites down with his new teeth on your poor, unsuspecting nipple (which he did again today).

While I've procrastinated, I've missed writing about Mother's Day (which was, seriously? A day in my life that, for once, finally lived up to all the hype), my baby's baptism (another amazing day, in part because for so long I figured it would never happen even as I hoped it someday would) and the whole teething thing (which I definitely will cover in my new blog home). When we put rice cereal in my baby's four-month-old belly yesterday I resolved to get blogging again. So here I am.

And here I go, off to the Internet's equivalent of greener pastures or a deluxe apartment in the sky, or something like that. I'll be back from time to time, when I need to vent about something infertility related (because I'm learning that your baggage doesn't come out with the baby – though it would have been nice, for my abdomen's sake, if it did) or talk about the try for number two, if there is one (hello worms, how's that can?). And I may start yet another blog about my adventures in stay-at-home-parenting (Yes, that's right, the other thing I missed writing about: I quit my job!) and freelance writing – one for consumption by family and friends with a little less information and from which people cannot link back to overshared descriptions of the inner workings of my vagina. Meanwhile, I'd love it if you followed me over to Good Egg Hatched.

So much blogging to do! And so little time, but all I can do is begin. So I won't say goodbye (since, see above, I suck at it) – I'll say ta-ta for now. And thanks for everything.

PS - I've been trying to figure out what to do about this whole baby-identity-on-the-web thing. Let's face it, there are a lot of creepos out there. And I'm a pretty neurotic person, as we know. So I don't know if this is perfect but here's the plan. The baby will in my new blog home be known as H. I'll set up a password-protected post here with the long-awaited details (I know you've been holding your breath) like his name and a few photos. If we have a blogging/commenting relationship, leave me a comment here requesting the password and including your email address and I'll send it to you. Maybe I'll do more in the future, but it's taken me all these months to finally come to this and I'm afraid it's all I can stomach for the moment.

Oh Shapewear, My New BFF

A long-overdue, chock-full-of-juicy-info update is coming soon. But for today, a timely public service announcement to all you recovering preggers out there who share my horror and dismay at the location of various body parts following the removal of a human being from your abdomen:

SPANX on Rue LaLa today.

Email me at goodegghunting@gmail.com if you need an invitation. Off to snatch up some body sucking lycra.