I know this is pretty self-centered but June 1oth (last Friday) was my 3 year blogoversary. Today I celebrate 953 posts and nearly 3,000 comments. Since 60%-80% of blogs are abandoned within a month and the average life span of a blog is 126 days (4 months and change), I wanted to take today to pat myself on the back.
You can find many more interesting facts about blogs here–probably more than you wanted to know (just fair warning)!
Not too long ago I wrote about the story of origin and explained why I have spent countless hours creating and writing for my site:
I started my site because I was SO pregnant, school had let out for the summer, I was so uncomfortable (moms, you know what I’m talking about here, right? The time when no matter what position you contort your body into it is SO uncomfortable) and ready to be done being pregnant, I thought I would do something to take my mind off of it. I was so convinced that I would go early, it was inconceivable that this baby hadn’t been born.
When I started writing, it was not with the intention of anyone reading it, besides my sister (she lives halfway across the country and I wanted to keep her up-to-date). I kept it secret from everyone for quite awhile and actually how the word got out is because my dear husband thought my words were something amazing, he invited family and friends to read it. After Finn was born my mom sent out an email saying her first grandson was born and his name was Finnigan (I will hang this over her head FOREVER ~ although in her defense she had been coaching me for nearly 48 hours with very little sleep, rest, or food) and gave a link to my site if her family and friends wanted to keep up-to-date with what was happening.
It took on a life of its own when I became deathly ill when Finn was only 5 weeks old and it has been very healing ever since. My site has taken me on an amazing journey…some parts great, some parts painful…as is the case with any good journey. I never could imagine being where I am now, but it is because of my blog that I am here. For that I will be eternally grateful and could never regret it.
I am proud that I have kept up with this for 3 years. Although for the first six months, I was very inconsistent in my posting, for the past 2.5 years I have updated (usually) 5 days a week (Monday-Friday). That is quite the accomplishment and even though sometimes when I read some of my old posts, I have to ask myself WHAT WAS I THINKING? My site has transformed and was born again many times in the past 3 years, but no matter the format or even how often I posted, it tells the story of my life and experiences from my perspective. For me, it has been healing and given me a place for my voice for any and all that care to read it.
Not only has it been great to have a place to commemorate my life (and more importantly to me, Finn’s life), but it has also allowed me to make many dear “friends” even though I have never met them. I love my bloggy friends as they invite me into their lives and corners of the world and I have learned countless lessons from them. These friendships are invaluable to me. I love reading about other mom’s challenges and joys who have very similar experiences to my own. I also love to read about lives that are so different from my own, as it gives me a greater understanding of the world we live in and the people who inhabit it.
There are far too many blogs to list, but you know who you are! Even if we are separated by hundreds or thousands of miles, we invite each other into our lives and experiences on a daily basis and I have cultivated many treasured friendships that range from months to years. Thank you for taking this journey with me, you occupy a large part of my heart.
I feel proud of my accomplishment. So help me raise a glass, and cheers to you and I and our bloggyship/friendship.
Very simply, someday I hope Finn will feel this way (or at the very least, respect) my choice to chronicle our lives and my thoughts as I raise him:
Here is one of my firsts posts as I was waiting for Finn to be born. You’ll get the idea of what was consuming my mind. You can read the other posts as I beg, plead, and bribe Finn to be born…even going so far as to buy him a GPS to map his exit route.
Well my cold is getting worse today, I did too much yesterday and did not take care of myself. I can’t believe that at midnight tonight is the official due date…d day…and still no baby. I have figured out one thing for sure though, during my third trimester…the entire purpose of the third trimester of pregnancy is to make mom so unbelievably miserable that it does not matter how much it hurts, she wants the baby out.
During the third trimester, there is nothing fun about being pregnant (except feeling the baby move). You can’t sleep, you feel that every small task is an Olympic feat, and your ankles are the size of watermelons (not one watermelon collectively, but each ankle a separate watermelon). You are also the size of a house, and not a small one, but one large enough to house a small country. Today I was looking for a card and a guy behind me was all…excuse me, and I was like, where exactly would you like me to go? Unless I suddenly had the gift of flight, there was no way that I could move my body that would make me any smaller.
My favorite part of being the third trimester is when people look at you like you are about to burst and ask when you are due. And then they say “oh, that’s not too long” or “that’s coming up soon” and you want to put an extra 30 pounds around their waist and watermelons on their ankles and then ask them if it seems like a long time to wait now. Every time I make a phone call now the first thing I hear is…are you in labor? No baby yet? And then I say, no Josh, no baby yet.
However, I have to say, after an entire night of not sleeping (thinking I was possibly in labor and then telling myself that if I was, I better start sleeping or else I was going to be in big trouble having the energy to push this baby out of me), I was lying in bed and my baby poked it’s little butt in the air, and I realized how much I loved this baby. It is the most incredible feeling to love something so much that you have never met. Although I am sure that this baby will take after daddy much more than me and I will soon become the person that drives it crazy, I already know that all the misery that I have endured getting to this point and the (I am sure) unimaginable misery that is soon coming to get to the point where I can look into its sweet face will have been worth it and so much more.
I proceeded to explain this to the butt in the air along with the information (for the hundredth time), that no matter how much it wanted to, it could not hatch butt first out of my tummy, that I would happily draw it a detailed map of how to exit the premises. But it does not listen and so we have another day with no baby, and if I talk to you on the phone today, all I ask that is you do not ask if there is a baby!