Pressure

I have a feeling only a (small) handful of people have ever visited this blog, and an even smaller handful of people will continue to visit it after reading the posts. Recently, Sarah began pressuring me to start blogging again, on account of my love of writing. Fine fine fine...I'll be honest I have some amounts of free time every day; why not blog? So, for the few people who will follow this blog (mom, Sarah, Emily, and, on occassion, Allison), I hope it lives up to expectations. I also hope that this effort at blogging proves more successful than the first; I have not posted anything since 2007.
Here's the issue. Do I even have anything to talk about every day? I could treat this like a diary, however, then the people who love me most in the world will probably think I'm nuts or something. Believe me: if you knew my inner-most thoughts, you'd probably think differently of me.
The latest in the Ten Have saga--Cash is finally sleeping in his big boy bed! We have had the dang thing up for a least a month and were too chicken-poop to put him in it. I had all these nightmares about him wandering around his room at all hours of the night and him wandering into the kitchen to get a snack while the rest of us slept peacefully on. So the other night we finally just did it, and he did great.
Isn't that the way with life...you worry about something forever and then you finally see the outcome and you realize it wasn't worth the worry. Time not well wasted.
Tomorrow I head to the OB for my 35 week visit...I am so sure my baby will measure somewhere in the 44 week range. What is it with me and gargantuan babies? I mean really? I'll let you know how that goes tomorrow.