Tomorrow marks my one year blogging anniversary. I can hardly believe it’s been a whole year. And Blogger reports that I have 447 posts. That's alot of posting.
When Patrice started blogging about her pregnancy she suggested that I blog too. I balked at the idea. Despite scouring the web daily for pregnancy and baby blogs so that I could read about the experiences of others, I couldn’t for the life of me figure out who would want to read about my sore back, insatiable appetite and increasing girth. Plus there was the whole Downs Syndrome scare that we were keeping under wraps so as not to concern everyone and give a negative tinge to our soon blessed event. But after Noah was born I felt I had a reason to blog. I could record Noah’s milestones, share them with interested friends and family and get out of my head for a short respite every day. At first though, I started blogging in secret. I was sheepish about sharing things that I knew some might find dull, and worse yet making those people feel like they HAD to read them. I decided I would tell people subtly, in dribs and drabs. Less pressure for us all, I figured.
And now it’s a year later. Most of our family and friends have visited the blog, some daily, others every couple of months to catch up on photos. I think in that regard blogging is a success – people who want to know the ins and outs of our lives and catch a glimpse of Noah’s little face have a quick reference. It’s also been a successful way for me to get out of my own head. I look forward to blogging every weekday – it’s like my one guaranteed conversation with the outside world. But the unexpected success of blogging has been the people I have “met.” Every day I look forward to getting feedback from you folks. It’s like scanning the horizon for your little prairie dog heads to pop out of your holes and give us a shout to let us know you’re still there. So thank you blogging and thank you bloggers. It’s been a very good year.