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Many of my friends have had blogs for quite some time and I spend a good chunk of my day scanning them, catching up on their lives and thoughts and happenings. I also read blogs of people I don’t know. Sometimes because I’m a voyeur, sometimes because they know someone I know and sometimes because I like what they write. But mostly, because I like HOW they write. It’s like reading an Anne Lamont book, except just in little bits each day. Perhaps the best example of this is Heather Armstrong, of the famous dooce.com. Do not read this blog unless you plan to make it a daily occurance. She is addictive. She is funny and poignant and heartfelt and irreverant. She is the woman I want to be (partly because she’s 5′10″ and gorgeous). But I digress. She writes in the same style I someday hope to use when I publish my book. As of yet, I am nowhere near as talented as she, so I hope that with some semi-regular practice to develop some skills. The other reason for this new venture is that I’m self-absorbed. In a good way. If there is one. Heather Armstrong was recently featured in the NYT’s for her blog (because she has 40,000 visits a freakin’ day. Recruit your friends to read this. Then I’ll be up to 4 visits a day). The article’s focus was mothers who use blogging as a tool for everyday life–for humor, for release, for a place to chronicle their kid’s lives. And it made me realize that I need a blog, because I’M GOING TO HAVE A BABY. Okay, a metaphorical baby. (Warning: here’s where the self-absorbtion kicks in). In just a few months, I’m going to graduate from medical school and then a few weeks after that, I will begin working in some as of yet unknown hospital and people will follow the orders I write in the chart and I will give potentially lethal medications and some people will call me “Dr. Moxie” (and some will laugh and ask how the job-shadowing program is going and what do I really want to be when I grow up). I’m excited and terrified and apprehensive and all those emotions that I imagine go along with being ready to give birth. And in some ways, babies are projects that parents embark on, just as this is a project I started a ways back. I’ve even gained the 25-30 pounds that a healthy woman should gain during pregnancy. So, if you ever read this again, you’ll hear more about my adventures and foibles. Except I have to be HIPPA compliant, so I might have to edit all the juicey stuff. And now, here it is. Damn, the stupid spell-check isn’t working. I quit.

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