Blogging has been very interesting and a lot of fun. It has allowed me to have conversations with people I never would have otherwise, about subjects I probably wouldn't have discussed otherwise. But I wonder how long I can keep it up. I mean, let's face it, I covered most of what I wanted to say in the first six months of the blog: my combination of frustration and sympathy for poor, single mothers; my thoughts about resuscitation of extremely preterm children; thoughts about heroic measures for babies with devastating defects like holoprosencephaly and Trisomy13; thoughts about fathers in the delivery room; and so on. I worry my blog is getting repetitive. How many posts can I write about drug using mothers or outcomes of premies before my readers get tired of it? I don't know, but I guess I'll keep plugging away.
I don't read many other blogs very often, and I'd like to apologize to bloggers who faithfully read my blog when I don't read theirs. It's not that I don't find them interesting; it's just that there are only 24 hours in a day and by the time I'm done maintaining my blog, my time for the blogosphere is up. The blogosphere can be a seductive siren, and sometimes I have to force myself away from the computer to tend to other areas of my life.
I didn't realize when I started blogging how much fun and how interesting the comments section could be. I really don't mind when people disagree with me. It's a big world with room for lots of different opinions. At times, though, you have to have a bit of a thick skin, at least if you want to be candid, because now and then some of the cuts get a little personal. Until I read the comments, I didn't realize I was sexist, racist and adolescent. Well, maybe the adolescent part I did.
A few months after I started blogging, and after I was getting some comments from regular readers, I said to my teenaged daughter, "I've got more friends in the blogosphere thanI do in real life!" She shook her head and looked at me. "You are so pathetic," she said. We both laughed. It's good thing I'm not too insecure about my social life. Now, though, I might phrase it differently, because the blogosphere, I think, is part of real life, not distinct from it.
The blogosphere can also be a little unpredictable. Some posts I think will generate a lot of interest don't, and vice versa. Nobody has asked me what my favorite posts of the last year were, but if they did, it would be hard to decide. (Warning: Attempt at humor ahead.) Hmm....I don't know, but those posts entitled Moustache and Nudity keep coming to mind....