I am opinionated and I don't care who knows it.

It's been months since I published a post. It's not that I haven't written anything. Trust me, I have a dozen posts here in draft-form. I didn't really think that I have to censor things I want to say -- I'm all for freedom of speech (as long as I don't have to hear it), but recently, I've been a bit more cautious. One of the main reasons I started writing these random blurbs was to release my bottled up thoughts (be it completely insensitive and idiotic or totally justified and realistic); never having a consistent journal or confidant to indulge this, a blog seemed to suffice. In the past few months, the words flowing from my fingertips seem to be more bottled aggressions...things that shouldn't be made public on the internets (or spoken outloud, ever). I think being pregnant has really bludgeoned through my barrier held together by tact. It must be the hormones; I am opinionated and I don't care who knows it.

In addition to the mean streak that appeared along with my growing uterus, I've also developed a vivid imagination. I've come up with dozens of conspiracy theories, none of which can be published (or even allowed to be in draft-form) here. I sort of feel deprived at times. What happens if my theories aren't just that, what if these things are actually happening? I can't just say, "I told you so." No one would believe me. But you know what, if any of them were true, I would definitely not say, "Hey, I knew this was coming. Go check out my blog." So I guess I'm okay with that.

Maybe the hormones have subsided and I can write 'nice' things. We'll see.