Hmmm...I blog too? Apparently I had alot to say about nothing....

So, everyone I know is blogging...blogging about their baby, blogging about their divorce, blogging about their day to day adventures in the city, blogging about their impending childbirth, blogging about their fiance, and lets not forget all the blogging about blogging.

So I say to myself, "Self, what should I blog about?"
I could blog about my amazing/crazy/dysfunctional/normal family....what's "normal" again?

I could blog about my old life as a single gal in the city vs. my new life as a married gal in the city...One big problem, I barely remember my single gal in the city life (*Mental note: When memory is foggy or GONE, do not keep drinking those yummy drinks)

I could blog about my whirlwind relationship with my amazing husband from England who I met online 4 years ago. I could blog about how we met face to face two years later, yes two years, and how we moved in together on our second date and got married a year later. Crazy? What? Who me? What can I say? He wooed me like no other...and no it wasn't his english accent. Never was a fan of accents, I can't believe I married an english man....dam him for being so romantic.

I could blog about being married to a man from England...and how crazy different I believe the English sense of humour is from ours. I could write for hours about all the things we debate about on a daily basis. If I have to talk about the pronunciation of aluminum one more time, I swear I'm gonna snap. If I have to hear, "Well, what language do you speak English or Canadian? Because I speak ENGLISH because I'm from ENGLAND and this is how you SHOULD PRONOUNCE.....bla bla bla...yada yada yada...Charlie Browns teaches is now in the house."

I could blog about the crazy soap opera it was watching my now husband, go through the immigration process the past couple years....bless his patient little heart...HE'S FINALLY DONE. HOORAY! HOORAY! HOORAY!

I could blog about the center of my universe, my sweet baby daughter Anabella and all the things she does every day to make my life amazing and difficult and of course make me think she has got to be ONE of the cutest, smartest bald headed baby girls that god ever placed on this earth....but then I'd have to blog about how it wasn't really god who did it, it was my husband and me, well mainly me because I'm the one who had to lay on that table and...see? Too much to blog about.

I could blog about all the things I don't know, and how much I really don't care that I don't know....but then I'd have to blog about all the things my husband thinks he knows and how much it drives me nuts, because like I tell him "Nobody likes a Know it All". Is it wrong that I live happily in my naive little world? Perhaps.

I could blog about all the things in this world that I LOVE....but then I'd have to blog about food and then that would turn into a blog about how at 32 years old, I still can't figure out why it is that at parties, the women gather in the kitchen and the men gather in the living room or the deck or any other room besides the kitchen where the women are. What do you think would happen if we actually commingled amongst one another, men AND women in the same room? OR what if we switched, and the men stayed in the kitchen while the women sat in the living room?

I could blog about how to be a pregnant bride and plan a beautiful wedding in 5 months or less...and yes, still fit into your wedding dress.....

I could blog about what it's like to survive the evil grips of an Eating disorder and the amazing, strong men & women I've met along the way.....but then I'd have to blog about how helpless I feel watching people I care about slowly ending their lives.

I could blog about pregnancy...and all the things I loved...and all the things I hated...and all the things I wish I knew...and all the things you think you hate while you're in it, but you actually miss once it's gone...

I could blog about childbirth and the amazing miraculous 3 HOUR first time natural labour I had...but then I'd have to blog about how it really is true that you block out every bad part of what happens to you in labour once your sweet baby is in your arms.

I could blog about being a new Mom and all the crazy emotions and hormones and "things" that happen....that nobody, not even the books really prepare you for....

I could blog about how the minute you become pregnant and have your baby, you instantly become a part of a club you didn't really even know you wanted to join....and how once you have that baby, you realize HOW MANY BABY'S and KIDS LIVE DOWNTOWN VANCOUVER. I mean really, why is it that I never noticed all these little mini-peeps all over the place before I was pregnant? They're everywhere. I'm tripping over Mama's and strollers and double strollers and daycare strollers with 5 kids in them! How did I not notice this whole other world all around me for all this time?! I love this new world.

I could blog about friendships...old friendships...new friendships...lifelong friendships....friends that come and go....friends that never go away, even when you want them to....friends that you wish you saw more, but never seem to see enough....friends you can't live without....and friends you can't quite figure out...."friendship" is the craziest ride of them all.

Oh I know...I could blog about my day to day life...the plain old boring day to day life of me, Anabella's Momma, Rick's wife, April & Rick's daughter (Yes, my husband and my father have not only the same name, but the same birthday), Tracy & Robin's sister, Riah, Lijie, Jaidie & Lainie's Auntie, Yulie's best friend, and possibly your neighbour...

But then, that would just be boring.

I could blog about all these things and a million more, but really at the end of my day...all that matters is feeling her sweet little hand in mine, because I am Anabella's Momma.

Bless my little bean.

Sweet dreams.