The Little Blog That Could...Or Couldn't....Or Whatever.

Have you ever had a sticky thought? One that just wouldn't leave you alone no matter what you were doing? It would pop up despite the activity, despite how exhausted you are, or distracted, or both (can you say newborn?).  Well, I have a sticky thought.

It would itch sometimes. Sometimes while I was eating Oreos perfectly balanced on my huge pregnant belly and, later, as I was sitting up late nursing my sweet baby boy. It just itched and wouldn't stop itching and that's what brought me here. Because my sticky thought was, "Maybe you should write a blog."

And I blame all of you.

Not that anyone will read this. I'm pretty positive that I can count on exactly one reader outside of my husband (Hi Mom!). But I'm really not saying that to garner pity or *shudder* readers. I'm just not really sure why anyone would want to read this blog. And I'm not sure I want anyone to read this blog. But I'm also not sure I'm okay with anyone not reading this blog. I want it to be widely and wildly successful or to die a quiet death in totally obscurity. There can be no in-between with me and that sucks because it's totally not up to me. Which is part of the reason why I fought the itch so long.

Full disclosure: I've always been really judgmental of bloggers, especially mommy bloggers. I scoffed and scorned (and sinned) because of some deep down insecurity of my own that told me that if I couldn't be raw and real on a forum that opened me up to so much scrutiny, how dare someone else be so bold. So, yeah, I'm despicable.

And a hypocrite.

Because here I am. Blogging. Mommy Blogging. 

Because you better believe this blog will be chalked full of my kid (which is why my mom will read this. You know it's true Mom, don't lie).

And it's all because of you.

You all put this sticky thought into my head with your Facebook comments and your real life suggestions and your...general interest in what I have to say which really freaking weirds me out.

And tonight that thought itched so badly that I couldn't sleep. Despite my 7 week old going to bed at 9:30pm which he has never done. And I guess the real reason is because this itchy, sticky thought that just wouldn't quit began to feel like God.

It began to feel like God saying, "Damn your pride and just give into something that you can't control. Something that you can't control how it makes people view you or who views it. I want you to write those things that you're scared to say because I'm tired of you hiding. It's pride and it's sin." Plus, I kinda think God likes me and wants whats best for me and this might be it.

Also, that quote was obviously paraphrased.

I tried telling God that I couldn't write a blog because I'm still not sure about the correct usage of its, it's and its' but he didn't listen.

So I'm not sure what this blog will be. It might be a little raw, a little awkward and a little humorous. But let's be real, this might be the only post I ever write. Which irks me to no end. But that's okay. I'm giving in. I'm scratching that itch.

So this is The Little Blog That Could...Or Couldn't....Or Whatever.



Oh and here's a baby pic just for you Mom.