"You are in serious need of some mental help. Posting pictures of your dead fetuses, is beyond disgusting. You should be ashamed. Are you that much of an attention whore that you need to post this shit on here?. You are an embarrassment to woman kind the world over. Absolutely disgusted by you and your blog. Oh and of course, you're a pro-lifer...fancy." (July 2, 2010)
I'm not sure why people feel the need to comment on blogs they dont like, nor do I understand why they'd read them in the first place! Obviously, if you think someone is a waste of space or an embarrassment to womankind, you wouldnt give them the time it takes to write the comment. If you didn't care, you'd just move on to your next task at hand. I mean, really... What's the point?
I didnt publish the comment; it wasnt worth it. But, I'll thank Anonymous, because it gave me time to really think about blogging, how it started, why it continued, and where it is going.
I watched "Julie and Julia", which, if you dont know, is a dual story of Julia Child and Julie, a blogger/cook. There's a scene in the movie where she and her husband have just fought and, as he storms away, he tells her to not blog about their fight.
I cant tell you how many times (sans the fight) that Peter has said "I dont want to see this on your blog" or "Dont blog this". It kind of gets you thinking... If I wouldnt talk about this with anyone other than my mother or best friend, is it really blog fodder? I dont know the answer to that.
I enjoy being real here, real with grief and joy, real with the fact that our life isnt all sunshine and roses and that Peter and I fight like the average couple. I like reading blogs where people are honest about their lives. It makes me feel like I live less under a rock, less in a bubble.
The invitations for Bobby and Maya's birthday party arrived. I have to address them and send them out. I can't believe it. We are really here. Really doing this. I have magnets to remember this special day. (I dont plan on magnets for every birthday- or favors for every birthday- but this one is special... It's a big deal, to me at least.) We're still trying to figure out what to do... What to eat... How to prepare...
It's so different. There wont be a Mass of remembrance... There wont be a eulogy.... There wont be pictures instead of babies. People will be taking pictures of the babies... Alive. Happy. Laughing. They'll be cake with a candle instead of cake with a message of how we wont forget. No one will be dressed in a suit or a dark dress... There wont be tears... (well, maybe there will be...)
A year. We are 9 weeks away from their first birthday. 9 short weeks. Insane...
My "niece" (Bobby and Maya's oldest godsister) is a budding photographer. She emailed me some of her latest masterpieces. What a sweet, sweet girl...