Quitting... and starting anew

At the beginning of the year when I started Blog 365, I was excited to challenge myself with the task of blogging every day of the year (except Leap Day) for all of 2008. It seemed like a daunting task, but one that I was eager to accept and tackle. I jumped right in and I blogged diligently. Most often the posts were traditional, sometimes they were audio clips, and others were mobile photo posts. I scribbled notes while Matthew and I were travelling through Europe on our honeymoon so I could post them as soon as I got to an internet cafe or when we got back home. I wanted to complete this 365 consecutive post challenge.

And then... Saturday, July 12 happened. The day I peed on a stick and our lives changed.

Finding out you're pregnant is not any kind of news you're prepared for. Even if you've been hoping and planning, you still can't be prepared for the rush of emotion that floods through you when you look down and you see that plus sign. Everything changes. One minute it's you, just you. The next minute there are 3 of you where only 2 of you had been.

In the 8 days we've known we're expecting a baby we've bought 4 books (one of which has freaked me out so badly that I threw it across the room last night), surfed countless message boards, researched diaper services and midwives, talked about the need for a doula, the list goes on. We've talked about our dreams and fears, what elates us and what scares the daylights out of us. We've hugged, kissed, cried, fumbled through some naked adult time while trying not to be preoccupied with the teensy weensy embryo growing in my belly. It's been the most amazing 8 days.

And in those 8 days I've blogged only a handful of times. I can see what the future holds for me. It holds sleepless nights filled with awe and worry, exhausting days of work, celebratory dinners with friends and family, and little time for blogging.

So, Blog 365 is done for me. I'm quitting. I'm starting something far bigger that will need a lot of energy in the coming months. I'm not going away, not by a long shot. I just won't be here every day. I've got a baby to build.