One Year

One year ago, I started this blog. We had been trying to conceive for three months, and I was just beginning to grow frustrated with my period and her antics. I was slightly concerned, but still full of hope and optimism. Still analyzing every potential sign and symptom, and thinking of Clomid as some distant and unnecessary solution for a problem I probably didn't have. I thought I'd start a blog to record my private thoughts, keep track of "baby things" I'd eventually buy, and chronicle my soon-to-be pregnancy. I had no idea that I'd be here, one year later.

Here, is 23 weeks pregnant. If we had conceived month one, we would have a 6th-month-old now. But it took us 11 months, and baby isn't due for another 17 weeks. While we were living it, each month felt like an eternity, and toward the end of our conception journey, I was going crazy with grief and despair. I was emotionally volatile, desperate and depressed. And then I got pregnant. And then 11 months of waiting didn't seem so bad.

Here, is also public. As in, I'm not the only one who reads what I write. And I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE reading comments on my posts. I love twittering and reading other blogs and following along as other women travel along similar or totally different paths. I had no idea how much this whole blog thing would become a part of my life. But now I think about life experiences as potential posts, and I spend more time reading blogs than books.

So, "Happy Anniversary" to me, and a happy one it is. Because the end of this road is in sight, and mommyland is right around the corner. I only wonder what another year will bring.