1. There are no words to describe the emotions of new parenthood. Or rather, if the emotions of new parenthood were like a balloon floating high in the sky, I could, with great effort, find words to build a ladder tall enough to let me reach up and just touch the balloon - just brush it with my fingertips - not to grasp it or to pierce it or to linger with my hands on it, but just for a second to reach it, before the ladder would give way beneath me, the words would fail, and the balloon would be sailing again in the sky out of reach. And as even this inadequate and shaky ladder of words would take a dedicated and sustained effort, I feel tired before even making the attempt, and simply haven't bothered. If you have children, you have a balloon for yourself and don't need it described to you anyway. And if you don't have children, just wait til you do.
2. The things I would take the greatest pleasure in detailing are - shall we say - inappropriate for mixed company. Like the mishaps of nursing ("How do I shut these things off?") or the consistency of Ginny's poo. While these subjects might make for good reading, a certain amount of tact would still be required in the writing of them, and most nights I'm just too tired for tact.
The third reason - that of not having time with the demands of a new baby and working full-time - is true, but it is not a real reason. Unless blogging is your source of income, no one has time to blog, any more than anyone has time to read a novel or go out for a cup of coffee. You choose to make time, or you choose not to.
That's why facebook has taken the place of Blogger and photos have taken over for words. See how cute she is?
