Back when I first started blogging, there weren’t zillions and zillions of us. When I went looking for people writing about infertility, I found about five. Maybe six. One of them was Milenka, one was MizJenna, one was the first incarnation of Jenex (she had another one between her first and this last one, too) and was that it? That might have been it. No, wait, there was Suspenseful over at diaryland but her blog is down. Oh and Mae Midwest.

I know this because I started a webring for infertility blogs and I periodically went searching for infertility blogs.

Then there came Julie and getupgrrl and between the two of them, they inspired so many infertility and adoption bloggers that I could read 50 a day and still not keep up.

Suddenly, the infertility/adoption blog world became a community and that was great except when it was awful. Because where there’s a community, there are obligations and in-fighting and popularity contests and laments about no one commenting, and worries about stats. And one day I read something where someone said that blogs were becoming like those ubiquitous geocities sites and this radical sharing started looking mundane to me. I started losing interest in updating. I started thinking about how many hits I wasn’t getting. I caught myself getting annoyed when adoption bloggers I linked to didn’t link back. I began to get downright curmudgeonly, like Dana Carvey’s grumpy old man character.

“Back in my day, we couldn’t just google our way to a blog entry about Clomid-induced psychosis! No, back then we had to write our own! And we liked it!”

I did like it.

I have trouble with progress.

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