Expectation
You’d think that such a life-altering experience as pregnancy would be a subject a writer would eat up, wouldn’t you? Yet this writer has made it six months into her first pregnancy without really blogging about it.
Several things can account for this, I think. During the first part of my pregnancy (17 weeks, to be precise), I was too sick and tired to blog. These days I’m feeling better physically, but I most often don’t feel I have the mental capacity or creativity to write; I’m preoccupied (gee, I can’t imagine with what), and I believe that my body is so busy making a tiny person that there’s not much left for making stories of words.
It doesn’t account for the slowdown in my novel work, but I think the biggest detriment to my blogging is Facebook. When you can share any interesting news or amusing tidbits in one line, or upload a photo album to share with all your friends, why go to all the trouble of writing blog posts? (Which is an entire blog topic in itself…) But the writer in me resists this laziness – the less I write, the less I’ll be able to write. And the sentimental part of me knows I’ll regret not having written anything but Facebook status updates about my pregnancy.
Though maybe there’s something to not chronicling pregnancy: if I don’t write about my experiences, I won’t remember them as clearly, and will be more likely to consider a second pregnancy… Because I’m convinced there must be some sort of amnesia that sets in after birth, or women would never volunteer to do this more than once! (I don’t know what to make of all these women who claim to love being pregnant…)
