This question has been sitting solidly and dully in my mind for a few days now. I have been hoping for a wild burst of inspiration, followed by a flurry of writing and posting activities. As of yet, no such luck. In the past, this type of inspiration came to me while I was out running, or during a nice hot shower. These days, I am not able to run. My showers, while wonderful and still thought provoking, are usually filled with effortful bodily contortions to prop a leg on the waist-high grab bar, while giving my twin filled belly room to expand horizontally. Meanwhile, I breathe and try to remember why I wanted my leg up there. Usually, at this point, I find myself contemplating how the Octomom did it. Truly, how did she do it??

I’ve had a number of uninspiring ideas, such as the long and convoluted history of how the heck I ended up living in eight different states before settling in Houston, TX of all un-pretty (and yet surprisingly good) places. Or, the unlikely chronological sequence of events where I met my husband, decided I was going to marry him 5 minutes later, and then spent the next hour asking myself WHY ON EARTH I would have such a ridiculous idea (??!!). Ridiculously correct, it turns out. Or, there’s the amusing pet stories involving cats leaping into fresh pizzas and dogs swimming in the backyard pool. There is my pregnancy philosophy (eat, drink, do what you want and don’t worry about it!), my job, any number of strange things I think about on a daily basis, and the list goes on… None of it seems exactly right for a very first blog post.

In the end, I’m here because I hope to begin writing more often. It doesn’t really matter whether the subject is one of great interest or some of the more mundane details of life. If it gets me writing more, I’m happy with it. So, this is how one begins a blog…by writing about nothing.