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Hooray! I have a new column up at mamazine.com today!
If you’ve been sitting around wondering when-slash-whether we’re having another baby, or if you’ve been wondering whether I’m at all busy and tired, or if you’re curious as to what we eat for breakfast: all will be revealed! Or more accurately, some things will be revealed and others will be left ambiguous. (Spoiler: I’m not pregnant.)
I’m actually always a little bit terrified that you’ll read my stuff and then decide you no longer like me as a human being, and my social circle will dwindle to nothing, both online and in real life.
But surely not, right? At least, everybody won’t disappear all at once… right? Hello?
Actually, I would worry about the opposite problem–that people will like your stuff so much that they’ll start stalking you, looking at you strangely, and leaving ambiguous messages on your machine. “I like you. Really. And that part about oatmeal.”
By the way, can I come over later? I know you’re sick and all, but I like you. Really. Hopefully not too much.
I was concerned, really, especially when I already knew that I wasn’t going to get any juicy information out of it. But no, just made me love you even more, because you still fail to realize just how much organized and capable you really are. Sure, not that eight-child masterpiece, but I like to believe those people only exist in our critical imaginations.
Phew, that’s two people I didn’t scare off.