So. Fair warning. This blog is about to becomes the dreaded mommy blog.
Yes, I am very happily pregnant, (22 weeks to be exact) – more than halfway through! I’ll spare you the cute belly photo, because I’m fairly certain you know what that looks like already, right? Besides, I am not really “showing.” If you didn’t know me, you’d probably just think i had a thick middle. A thing I’ve learned is that sometimes first pregnancies take a while to settle in.
Another thing I’ve learned is that mommy blogs are nothing to fear. They tend to be a label we give to blogs that are written by a person who identifies as a mother, and talks about their lives
Now think about that. Do we call blogs by teenagers teenybopper blogs? Do we call blogs by men dude blogs? No, we only stop to disparage the “mommies” who chose to express themselves on the Internet. Which is stupid. I’ve had this blog for almost eight years! It doesn’t all of a sudden become a “mommy” blog, just because I do.
Also, many of my favorite blogs, the earliest blogs on the Internet, the trailblazers of why we all do what we do? Mommy bloggers like Dooce and Loobylu. Claire Robertson has been my hero, lovingly documenting the beautiful minutia of her domestic life for much longer than I’ve been blogging here. Which again, has been eight! years! Calling what she does “mommy blogging” is somewhat accurate, but also wholly diminishing.
I admit, there may be less video games and design and personal projects in this space for a while. There might be more diapers, and breast feeding, and homemade toys. If you don’t like that sort of thing, I understand, I do. But please do chalk it up to diverging interests, not to me all of a sudden becoming a lesser creature. And maybe give a little more respect to the mommy bloggers you come across out in the increasingly manicured wilds of cyberspace. Maybe they like mason jars a little TOO much. But more likely, they’re just in a different place in their life than you are.