As you may have noticed, I have not been posting very frequently lately. I still haven't delivered the Clapton concert recap I promised in my last post (let's just say the story involves an outdoor venue, torrents of rain, a drunk and pushy mob, and a nearby tornado), nor have I written about how I finally made The Big Cut last month (11 inches, baby!). And I honestly don't think I will ever get around to composing either of those posts. The fact is that Mr. G and I have been dealing with some news that has rocked (and will continue to rock) our world:
In the months ahead, I will endure an extremely high-risk pregnancy and hopefully deliver four healthy babies. After that, I imagine that our lives will be full and crazy and difficult and fun. But I already see Mitad Mitad as a record of an old life, when things were simpler and much more trivial, and I have no interest in anything but incubating these babies for as long as possible. So this is Guycita, signing out. Thanks for reading, and wish us luck!
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