Here goes nothin'.

When I first started telling people I was pregnant, you wouldn't believe the number of journals that I received. It was like my friends were telling me "all of a sudden you're going to be a very thoughtful person--better write it down!" All the while I was thinking, "ummm, journaling? Really? Not my sorta thing." I suppose it seems very romantic, very Jane Eyre, to light a candle, brew some tea, and sit in a dark, quiet room and jot down your thoughts. But when I was 10 weeks pregnant, the first thing I wanted to do after work was throw off my heels and stick my toes through my pajama pants for some couch time and then sleep. I had no mental energy to journal. The gesture was appreciated, but I almost felt guilty, because I just wasn't journaling.

And now that I'm through my first trimester (and can actually stay awake past 7pm), I was thinking it might be a good idea to somehow record all of this stuff that's spilling over in my preggo brain. I guess the Carrie Bradshaw in me came out, and I decided that instead of journaling, I'd blog. The modern-day journal, if you will. For some reason, the tapping of the keys gets me more excited than the line of the pen, a true millennial, eh? Either way, I figure when my kid is about 13 and thinks I'm the lamest person on the planet, I can at least tell them that I BLOGGED when they were a growing fetus inside of me...and I may just have a shot of still being cool.

So here goes nothin'! I may not be the quintessential mama-to-be, but I'm trying to be me through this whole process. Blogging instead of journaling. Gap Maternity instead of Motherhood. Reading granola books like 'Birthing from Within' instead of 'What to Expect When You're Expecting' (boring!). Basically, trying to find the maternal goddess that I know I am, instead of the same ol' surrendering so-and-so. You ready?