First Day of blogging

My best friend Christel got me started on blogging. We were just talking about who reads blogs. I don't. She said she reads some blogs regarding baking, which she loves to do. I have to admit that I don't even read friend's blogs - sorry, Abby. Anyway, should we make a deal? If you read mine, I'll read yours? And I'll read Christel's blog too!

I have been wondering what to blog about. Have always loved to write - some of my friends have received some rather looooong emails, and before emails, loooooong letters. Maybe this will be the start for me to finally write a book like I've always wanted to, but never sat down and figured out what exactly to write about?

One time when I worked for Sanyo I took a class that they offered. It was about how to release the creativity in yourself. Part of what we had to do for 7-8 weeks was to write (hand write, not on the computer) down our thoughts first thing in the morning. I loved it, but did I continue after the class as I thought I would? No, of course not. TIME got in the way. And I had my first child. At 39. A big boy of 9 1/2 pounds whom we named Nicklas, which is the Swedish version of Nicholas. Well, I loved being a mom so much so I wanted to have another child. But since I had run into some problems and could not have another baby, we would adopt a child.

Let me back up a little bit, my husband and I had had problems getting pregnant. Probably because of my age. When nothing seemed to work after the miss carriage, we decided to go to a fertility clinic. We tried the treatments, including shots, two times, but still no luck. When it seemed doomed for us to get pregnant, we said we would adopt a child, which was something I had always wanted to do. Since we had heard that there were so many homeless children in San Diego, where we lived at the time, we contacted the county and received the information we needed. Filled out the paperwork and turned it in, and wouldn't you know, two or three months after the last fertility treatment I realized I had missed a period. Could it be possible? Was I pregnant? I bought one of those testers (without telling my husband) and next morning a little, tiny, very vague blue line appeared, which indicated that my suspicions were right. I was pregnant. When I showed the stick to Brad with the tiny blue line, his comment was "But you can't just be a little pregnant".

To be continued....