You know, I think I’ve come to hate about pages. I mean, really, what are you supposed to put here? There simply isn’t enough room to encapsulate my life, and frankly, you would probably lose interest in such an endeavor somewhere around “I was born” and “my first week of life”.
So perhaps, instead, I’ll tell you a little bit about this blog and why I’m writing it.
You see, at some point last year (2012), my biological clock finally kicked in (after thirty-five years of being more than positive that I simply didn’t have one), and I decided that I wanted to procreate. And thus an endeavor to engineer a small human began. There were doctor’s appointments, questions and trepidation. We were pretty intent to keep quiet about it, but then as it got closer to the time we wanted to start trying I realized that I was a bundle of nerves and questions. I simply wanted to talk about things.
However, as anyone who has partaken in this particular endeavor knows, the Internet is full of completely opinionated, and sometimes completely fucking crazy, women who have any amount of correct, or incorrect, things to say about becoming pregnant, being pregnant and having a baby. I’ve read anything I could get my hands on, and done any amount of research on this process, and the only thing I am certain about is that I need somewhere I can just explode my thoughts and fears without worrying about a plethora of very strong opinions washing over me with little or no regard for my own opinions and thoughts.
And so this blog was born.
I suppose the second goal/advantage to this blog, is that it will offer the opportunity for our family to keep up with what is going on, despite the fact that they may be thousands of miles away. And, well, they will simply have to deal with my R-rated take on things.
If you found your way here, feel free to buckle in and enjoy the ride. I can’t promise sanity, rationality or even cohesive thoughts. But I will do my best to make sure that the next stopped is announced out before the train leaves the station.