12 November was my two year anniversary of blogging here, at No Kidding, about my once very private but now rather public journey of infertility and living without kids.
This is my 148th post. You’d think, as I like round numbers, that I’d have at least tried to reach 150 by the 12th. And that I would have at least posted this on the 12th, not the 15th, as I am doing right now. Clearly I wasn’t paying attention, and the date slid by. By the way, did you notice that if I had, it would have been on 12-11-12*, which has a nice symmetry about it.
My blog hasn’t taken the world by storm, it doesn’t have the most readers, or the most comments. But I enjoy writing it, sorting out how I feel about my life, providing an outlet for the occasional moan about not having kids, and building a small community of friends who gather here, and read each others' blogs. I also get enormous pleasure on the occasions when it is obvious my words have helped. It makes sense of my losses, sense of what I have been through. I am very proud of that.
Of course, now I wonder if I can keep it up for another two years. I'll do my best.
* My part of the world writes dates day-month-year, which has a logical progression, rather than month-day-year, which just confuses the hell out of me!