So it’s been a minute. Have I finally completed the first draft of my upcoming blog series? No.
Life is funny. And completely unpredictable. I was really intending for I wanna laugh: a history of humor in art to be my baby, but instead—I’m having an actual baby! That’s right. Three weeks after I posted the introduction to my I wanna laugh blog series, I discovered I was pregnant on March 4, 2023. I’ve never been happier or more terrified all at once in my entire life.
My pregnancy journey has been amazing. It’s truly been one of the most beautiful experiences of my life. Even though I haven’t been able to drink a single glass of wine, I’ve never been more content. And so much has changed in our lives. We finally bought our first home that we’re renovating the shit out of currently. I say “we” but it’s really all Jose. I’m pretty good at handing him tools and fetching him water.
But unfortunately, my blog has taken a backseat since my life changed seven months ago. I didn’t work on it during my first trimester because I was tired and nauseous all the time. Plain and simple.
My second trimester? It would have been my golden opportunity! Fatigue and nausea disappeared, but I just didn’t feel motivated at the time. That one was completely on me. Though I was doing some serious research on being a first-time mom, so I’ll cut myself only the tiniest bit of slack there.
Oh, and we did move out of our beloved loft with 20-foot ceilings, whose hallways reeked of weed half the time. It was fine for us, but not for our future child. As I mentioned before, we bought a new home and Jose began renovating it while I packed the bulk of our old place. Who knew two people could accumulate so much crap over seven years?
And once I hit my third trimester, fatigue reared its ugly little head again. As well as severe anxiety at the thought of bringing life into this mad world, contemplating what my future life would look like, and mourning the death of my former self. But life goes on.
Time has really flown by though. As it so happens, my due date is tomorrow. Am I ready? Only time will tell.
Like I said, so much has changed in our lives. But all for the better. This baby has helped me to grow the fuck up at the ripe age of 35 (though my language could probably use some work). He’s also taught me how to think about someone other than myself. I owe him so much already. I can’t wait to meet my special little guy—the little love of my life.
This is just a long-winded way of saying, I’m taking (or continuing) to take a brief hiatus from my blog here. Instead, I will focus on being the best mom I can be and keeping up with my freelance research and writing gigs. Babies aren’t cheap, after all.
I didn’t want to just completely fall off the face of the universe. Surprisingly, I do have some visitors that read my blog posts! This isn’t goodbye because I absolutely love researching and writing about the history of art. I was really excited about my I wanna laugh blog series but it deserves my undivided attention, which I just can’t give at the moment.
When I figure out how to juggle it all—I’ll be back! You can’t get rid of me that easily.
Until then, I’m looking forward to starting my new life with my growing family.
Mariza Morin 