I've struggled with this blog for a very long time now. Why what was once a safe haven now feels like a distant stranger? The answer, I think, is simple, as they almost always are, these archived words, they're no longer who I am. They're not mine anymore.

I've always tried to make it clear that Emma Bug was really never for Emma, it was always mine and for those of you who know me, who have read these pages, you know it saved me. Infertility, paper chasing, drama, waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting. Adjustment, career-changes, illness...all here. Every gory, beautiful, insane word and world, right here.

But this blog is no longer mine, it hasn't been in quiet a while. It belongs to a Stephanie who only seems like a distant memory now. Ya'll were right, motherhood changes everything.

So this will be my last post on this journal, it's time to print its pages and tuck it away for reading some day in the future. After all, there's a hell of a story here.  

On to a new story...

 

 

Comments

[RamblingMother]

So are you going to a new story or leaving it all behind. Enjoy your time.

[Spacemom]

I will miss you, if you start a new story, please let us know...

[Carol]

Well this just sucks for me. But, I am very happy for you. I will be missing your posts and I am so sorry I won't be able to watch Bug grow.I hope you are all well and in love! Thanks for letting me in and Happy Trails to you.

P.S. We will be in S.A. Thanksgiving week.

[kris (lower case)]

i'll miss you...if you start up let us know. i tend to check back on blogs for a couple years... i'm weird like that but lots of people start up again.

[Lies1976]

I remember refreshing this page the day you finally got 'The Call' wanting to see Emma as soon as you uploaded her picture to your blog. It was way passed midnight on my side of the ocean and Dh called me nuts. He might have been right, but what does he really know anyway?
It took us many years to bring our DD home. I am so happy I could walk along virtually with you, knowing I wasn't alone in my dark 'bite me' moods.

Thank you. I can't wait for the blog that helps you through Emma's teenage years. I am sure I will be able to relate, again.

I miss those Christmas sweaters.....

[Mr Tink]

Sometimes living life is more important than archiving it.
We will just have to get better at emailing each other.

[Atomic Mama]

Word. Big love to all y'all.

[pinkpoppies]

Take care Steph! It was nice being part of your story as a reader. All the best for this next chapter in your life.