What was your reaction to seeing your two lines on your pregnancy test that first time?
I was literally nauseated. I had taken a test the day before, and it was negative. We hadn’t been trying very long, but I was very excited to get pregnant. Thinking I was getting my period any minute, I went to my office’s Christmas party and drank. A lot. I was shocked as well as hungover when I saw the two lines that next morning! We were also getting ready to fly to Florida about an hour later. Whirlwind–and it has been ever since!
Hmm. For a long time after I became a mom, I mourned something I had lost. I didn’t know what it was *exactly* but I talked in therapy a lot about not writing. I literally paid someone to listen to me complain about my inability to motivate myself past or through a blank page. And I paid a lot! I think it all goes back to storytelling. My blog will be a year old in May. When I could once again get my story onto the page, I felt like I had come back to myself; I had found a road home. The gifts I couldn’t even imagine though, go beyond writing–the people I’ve met, the stories I’ve read, the inspiration I get from watching other bloggers work so hard at this craft; these are the things that bless me. I think I am a better (whatever that means!) mom because I am part of this community. My little blog is one part of my life that feels comfortable and personal regardless of what is going on with it. As is the case with my children and husband, it lifts me to the spiritual because it is deeply connected to me.