I'm in my 18th week of my first pregnancy. I don't call it my first with plans of a second or third. I call it my first because it is just that. As my blog progresses my grand life plan, plan of any kind in fact, slowly reveals itself. Fuck it I'll spoil the ending: I have no plan.
I'm a 30 year old technical writer at a engineering company. That's A/S/L chat room banter I am supposed to start with, right? As I mentioned; I am currently 18 weeks pregnant. I live in a house I bought 3 years ago with Cory and my two dogs. Cory comes later...and before- hence the baby.
I have't stumbled across a forum or conversation I can fully relate to in regards to pregnancy. I decided to start my own blog in hopes to help navigate my way through this wonderfully peaceful and inversely taxing experience. Wagering I don't follow mainstream thought or planning on the matter of pregnancy and motherhood; I don't expect nodding or applauding. I merely expect to talk to my favorite person in my favorite medium. Me and writing.
I'm a 30 year old technical writer at a engineering company. That's A/S/L chat room banter I am supposed to start with, right? As I mentioned; I am currently 18 weeks pregnant. I live in a house I bought 3 years ago with Cory and my two dogs. Cory comes later...and before- hence the baby.
I have't stumbled across a forum or conversation I can fully relate to in regards to pregnancy. I decided to start my own blog in hopes to help navigate my way through this wonderfully peaceful and inversely taxing experience. Wagering I don't follow mainstream thought or planning on the matter of pregnancy and motherhood; I don't expect nodding or applauding. I merely expect to talk to my favorite person in my favorite medium. Me and writing.
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