What happens when I really don't have an idea for a new post, so I just start writing and take it where it goes.

Was there ever really a time when I didn't believe it possible to have nothing to blog about?

I knew that my one year blogging anniversary was coming up. I didn't know the exact date.

I just now checked and April 21st is the big day.

Almost one year of blogging for me.

Funny how a year of just about anything goes by so darn fast.
But contrary wise, if you tell someone they will have to wait a year for something, it will seem like an eternity.

The longest time I can remember waiting for something was nine months.

Anyone care to guess what I was waiting for?

It is true. The longer you have to wait for something the more you appreciate it when you get it.

Which brings me to a question.

Really more of a musing I think.

There has been a special recently, shown on TV,
TLC to be exact.
You have probably either watched it or heard similar stories.

I didn't watch it because I have heard enough similar stories to get the gist of the whole thing.

You know what I'm referring to I bet.

The women who had no idea that they were pregnant until they had a really bad day.

It would classify as a bad day. At least to my way of thinking.

Hours and hours of horrible unexplained pain, along with the, just as unexplained, leakage of bodily fluids. All to be followed by the unintended birth of a baby.

Can you imagine that? I really don't think I can.

Here you go Mrs Sorenson. I finally have a diagnoses for you.

Here is your new baby.

How on earth do you come to terms with something that completely unexpected?

I have had five children. I was aware of each of them growing in my body.

I had the morning sickness to prove it.

Also the cramps and several different kinds of pains. As well as several different uncomfortablenesses.

You try being five one with a short little torso and no room for the baby to grow after the first six months.

I've heard women talking about carrying a baby high, as well as low. Carrying it up front or having it become more of a pain in the back type thing.

Well if someone ever was to ask me how I carried my babies, low or high, front or back, my very brief answer would have to be YES.

As in yes to all of the above.

At the same time.

But at least I knew that there was a baby in there.

Would it take me, or you, longer to love and feel connected to an unheard of and unplanned for, baby?

What do you say to your husband when they finally track him down at work?

Surprise?

Or would you go with the universal solution,

Guess What?

Boy, would that be the Mother of all Guess Whats?

I certainly hope that after a few moments of utter and complete confusion that I would welcome my new baby and try to find the obvious humor in the situation.

You would certainly never be at a loss for an ice breaker at parties.

That's for darn sure.

Well, I guess that's all I have for now.

What do you think David? How's this for another short post.

Let me know your thoughts on the matter.

I'd also be interested how many times you have had absolutely nothing to blog about and just dived right in and ended up 180 degrees from where you though you were going.

What should I call this?

How about "Blogging without Borders"?

Oh my, and as luck would have it, I am finished just in time for American Idol.

Go Adam!!!!

Catch you all later!