When I started blogging, it was over 8 years ago, and it was a different blog. It was a blog about knitting. Knitting was my 'thing'. I knit all my socks, sweaters, mittens, EVERYTHING. Any time I was sitting still, I was knitting. I always had knitting in my bag in case I got stuck somewhere, and I made a lot of my very best friends through knitting. I was reading knitting blogs and thought - what a great way to keep track of my projects. And that is why I started blogging - for a journal of my knitting projects.
Then I started to have fertility issues. I started reading IF blogs. And then I started my own, mostly to vent about my anger with the whole situation. Then it became more, much more. I made more wonderful friends here. You supported me in my ups and downs. You cheered me on in my pregnancies. You welcomed Cam with a big vitrual hug. You talked me through breast feeding issues, you freaked out with me when I found out I was pregnant again. And then when we found out about the twins.... jesus did I need you all.
And Nora. What would I have done without my blog friends then?
Now, like I've been saying, life is good. Damn good. Sure, I still have my moments (I was sobbing in church on Sunday when they played a song that was played at Nora's Memorial service). But I feel like this blog is me telling cute stories and posting pictures of my gang. And I've been feeling like the blog has maybe gotten lame. Then I circle back to why I started blogging to begin with. As a journal. About once a month, I find myself paging through old entries. Seeing Cam as a little baby. Looking at my HUGE belly when I was pregnant with the twins. Reading about my excitement when I found out Cam had a heartbeat... or when I found out the twins were girls. I need this blog. I'm sorry if it's getting boring now - but personally, I'm glad that my life is a little boring. It's perfect.
Oh, and I'm still knitting. Whenever I'm sitting still. But that isn't as much today as it was 8 years ago. And I love that.