I started this blog THE DAY I found out I was pregnant with these two. I've written nearly every Monday through Friday since then. Almost 7 years. They are boys now.
I've written about pregnancy. Labor scares. Bed rest. 14 weeks of bed rest! Emergency c-sections. NICU.
I've written about prematurity. Breastfeeding not working. Developmental delays. Reflux. Torticollis and plagiocephaly. Helmets. Ear tubes. Allergy testing. The complete and utter insanity of two babies as first time parents, living in a place with no family.
I've written about toddlers. Speech delays. Potty training. Poop. Transition to eating our food. Day care. Sports. More poop. That time I screamed the F bomb in Nate's face. Allowance. Travel. Transition to kindergarten.
I've written about working full time. Traveling spouse. Starting a photography business. Working out. My hair. MY HAIR. Letters to celebrity twin parents. Living Mondo while being the busiest I have ever been in my entire.
Basically I am tired of hearing myself. I'm at a super weird place in blogging where all my old blogfriends have stopped blogging, and my kids are at a place where I want to be sensitive about what I write.
I don't know people. Tell me what to do. I love documenting their lives but sometimes it feels like I speak into a void. Sometimes I feel like I've already said it all.
How do I get out of this blogfunk? This one that seems to have lasted for a few months? Do I finally call it quits here, after 1772 posts? I think I need to be reminded of all that this blog brings into my life.
(Maybe I need a letter to myself from 20 years in the future?)