I read in a book once that you should never make dramatic decisions while pregnant like chopping off your hair. In theory, it sounds like a great idea — a new fun style when you’re maybe not feeling so hot — but in reality, the same hormones that made you think cutting off your locks on Wednesday would be a good idea, leave you sobbing in your bathroom on Thursday when your hair is six inches shorter.

I think the same theory should apply to other life decisions, like leaving your blog. When I initially made the (rash, very rash)Β decision, it seemed like it was absolutely the right thing to do. I needed a break and there couldn’t possibly be any other solution other than abandoning it all together. No posts here and there, no writing just when I felt like it. No. It had to be all or nothing because I feel like it and SO THERE.

And then the next day I’m sitting at my computer and I’m not blogging and huh, I want to. Like, a lot. I think I wanted to come back and tell you how I was convinced that the leggings/Ugg boots/North Face fleece uniform on college campuses had died out five years ago, but how I was apparently so very, very wrong. Yes, I pretty sure I wanted to come back and write about that.

But see, I had made this proclamation. And I even though my emotions were yelling, “IDIOT! You were WRONG!”, I figured the least I could do was stick it out and give myself the month-long blogging break, emotions and hormones be damned.

So I did. And you know what? It was the right decision. Because it gave me time to reflect on things and writing and made me realize that at least for the forseeable future, I can’t possibly give up blogging.

Not now, when there’s so much to talk about.

Specifically, This Little Baby — Due July 1, 2010.