The first blog I ever read was a mother's blog.
I had heard of blogs before, but didn't really understand the appeal. They were like one-sided conversations, right? The soliloquy-version of a chat room. An online menage a moi.
But while using the Internet to research and plan my future, looking for articles about raising children in an urban environment, I came upon childbearing hipster. And I loved every word of it: sweet and hilarious vignettes about a couple and their charming little girls. Though I had no husband or children of my own, I identified.
I quickly became acquainted with the idea of a blogroll, and clicked from parenting blog to parenting blog. I met moms, mommies, mamas, and broads with babies. There were dads, daddies, and papas, too. And I was in love.
Motherhood is the one thing that has remained constant in my ever-changing vision of my future self. And while I had heard my own mother's take on the subject, I appreciated the frank, day-in-the-life-ness of many of the blogs I encountered. These parents were telling it like it is, as it happens.
Somehow, none of it managed to scare me away. While I'm certainly not looking forward to toilet-training my as-of-yet-unconceived children, I know I'll manage. Or, at least, that's what I'm telling myself as my husband and I begin to think seriously about starting a family.
The next several months promise to be filled with all kinds of preconception woes and excitement, probably followed by more months of pregnancy woes and excitement - and I'll be blogging the whole mess!