Not a blog virgin

Before I get into this, I have to tell you right upfront,  I'm not a blog virgin. No, I had my first sweet taste of opinion publishing way back before I even knew what I was doing. I was young, and inexperienced, and oh, was it ever clumsy, but I will not forget it. And I was in love. It was the spring of 2001, and like so many young Silicon Valley-ites, my head was spinning from the dizzying effect of my team making it into the playoffs. Yes, the San Jose Sharks, my Sharks, were embarking on that narrow, dangerous path toward the Stanley Cup. I loved the Sharks, and my favorite Shark of all was the team's captain, Owen Nolan. 

At that time, I was working at the now-defunct KnightRidder.com, which, among other functions, published the content of the San Jose Mercury News online. One of our editors knew of my obsession, and never failed to tease me on it. With my team heading into the playoffs, said editor and some other co-workers thought it would be brilliant if I wrote a little piece each day, chronicling the emotions of a fan. My piece was called, "Stacie's Owen Nolan Thought of the Day." It was fun, light, and silly at times. And unintentionally controversial. A well-known woman sports columnist, who shall remain nameless, did not like it one bit. I had quite a following of both Sharks fans and St. Louis Blues fans (the team the Sharks were facing). The columnist protested loudly, meetings were called, executives were involved, I proceeded with encouragement, and the Sharks lost, prematurely ending my professional blogging career. Now she blogs snarky little quips about sports news. I suppose she had to do something different and edgy considering the state of the newspaper industry. Whatever. I was way ahead of my time.

Anyhow, the subject matter of this blog will be quite a bit different from my fun little hockey bit. See, since leaving that job, I've been doing more creative things with my life. In fact, I have been creating life. I've spawned two children of my own, and liked doing that so much, I decided to do it for other people as a gestational surrogate, hence The Borrowed Belly.

I've never been good at keeping up with journaling, preferring to look at events with 20/20 hindsight instead. This is going to be a little of both: chronicles of the present as well as the past. The story of my first surrogacy and, I hope, my next surrogacy. And a little bit of today thrown in for fun.