Sort of defeats the purpose of a BLOG

Ok, it's been forever since my last blog. Dexter is 13 but oddly I'm still 32. My moustache is still better than his. So here's the thing: it turns out that not only do we, as women and mothers, have to deal with pooping on the delivery table, have our vagina's sewn back together and have our partners search for hemorrhoids(I had to look up how to spell that), but it turns out there are plenty of things that can happen to you after the baby is born. I, unfortunately developed postpartum hypothyroidism. No biggie, just a pain in the ass. Here's what happened. In October, I started to feel super exhausted and weak. It was weird because we had Dex sleeping 12 hours and I was sleeping more than I had since I was first diagnosed with pregnancy. I couldn't figure it out. I didn't want to get out of bed, I had trouble concentrating and everything just seemed like such a giant effort. I was far more exhausted than when the baby was a newborn, to be honest I was terrified that I was suffering from postpartum depression. Searching the Internet to see what was wrong certainly didn't help. So I dragged my ass to the doctor to see if I was low in iron or something. She's a great doctor and asked all of the right questions and I had my blood taken. She called me up and told me I had the most abnormal thyroid she had ever seen. I've always been a bit of an over-achiever. Anyhow, I've tried two different levels of meds to sort me out and I am happy to say I'm feeling much much better. I have to go and get these nodules thingys that have developed on my thyroid taken off, otherwise I could get a goiter! Could you imagine...a goiter! If I developed a huge goiter on my neck I would tattoo a nipple on it and tell everyone that I had breast implants put into my neck because two boobs just weren't enough for Will. Anyhow, I'm not telling this story for any sympathy or words of encouragement or anything, I'm telling it because a lot of new Mom's might equate extreme exhaustion with just being a new mom, but if you feel like you seriously can't get out of bed in the morning, just go and see what's up because it's an easy fix, if it's your thyroid.
So that's that. My friend said to me, "Why haven't you written lately? It sort of defeats the purpose of a blog." I responded, "Your face defeats the purpose of a blog" and now I'm back to bloggin'. There has to be another word for blogging, for those of us who don't do it every day. I don't have the time and quite frankly, I don't have enough material. Life is funny, but most days are pretty ordinary and I'm not about to be one of those people who starts blogging about the amazing sausage she ate the other day. Anyhow, it's time for me and my goiter to tend to the baby.