Who's Blogging?

The day the doctor confirmed the news – that the baby inside me had a heart that was no longer beating, that I had, indeed, begun to miscarry – my husband and I drove to a little restaurant down the street from where we lived. I called my mom while we sat at the table. I thought if I told her what happened while I was in public, surrounded by waiters and waitresses and customers, I wouldn’t cry. My plan failed miserably and I squeaked out one sentence (“We lost the baby”), and then I sat and listened as I wiped my tears with a napkin and tried to drown the lump in my throat by drinking ice cold water.

A day later I blogged about the miscarriage. My brother called within seconds.

“Hey, it’s me,” he said.

“Mom told you,” I said.

“No. I just read your blog,” he said.

Ugh! I can’t quite describe how terrible I felt at that moment. I totally presumed my parents had told my brothers about the loss (I didn’t have the emotional strength to make any more phone calls other than the one).

Well.

Time went on.

And then one day I found out that my brother has a blog. A blog! And he never even told me!

So say hello to Greg (feel free to give him grief). I’m not too familiar with MySpace, but I love how you can pick a little yellow face to show your mood and how you can list the book you’re currently reading. Oh – and lest you thought you were going to sneak away – if you’ve been reading my blog but haven’t yet told me about your blog, you better de-lurk and post a link. C’mon now, spill!