So, I'm knocked up. Super knocked up, actually. And every now and then, I get the urge to brag or vent or ramble about my knocked-up-ness. And I think: I wish I'd started that blog.
Because the thing is, I totally meant to start blogging back in August, when my doctor confirmed I had a bun in the oven. Not because I have any brilliant insight into pregnancy, but just because I wanted to remember all the fun stuff that happened along the way, and someday "share those stories with my baby," i.e. force him to act interested while I wax nostalgic.
Fast-forward five months, and that blog has pretty much gone the way of countless other big plans (t-shirt design company, online travel mag, at least three YA novels). But I figure, maybe it's not too late to start. I still have ten more weeks of baby-brewing to do, which is ample time for me to learn new things and develop new neuroses and all of that. Plus, once Danger makes his grand entrance, it might prevent me from mass-emailing everyone I've ever met with daily photos and updates. (I personally LOVE getting photos and updates. I'm not being sarcastic; baby stories are so entertaining to me, and this was true waaaaay before I became hopped up on mama-hormones. But I know not everyone shares my enthusiasm.)
Anyway, now you know where to find all the news that's fit to print on baby Danger and his awesome parents. I'll try to keep it updated, even when I'm sleep-deprived. :)
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