(I also write a bunch of funny posts after BlogHer too, but you probably don't even care about that either).
For me, it has nothing to do about what to wear (clothes without stains; a bra), what to bring (no children; a trusty breastpump), or how to act (Just don't be an asshole).
But if you do care about that, read my entire BlogHer category.
It's a little sentimental, considering this is my sixth BlogHer.
Back when I started this blog in 2005, I remember hearing about this site called BlogHer, who was seeking community editors, and I thought it might be a cool thing to do, except they only had "Academics" left as a topic and I wanted to write funny stories about my cute little one kid.
[Okay, I'm just too lazy to link them all].
In 2007, I drove half-way from the Cincinnati airport with Drew since my flight got cancelled. And I met this person named Ree who asked me if that was Drew I was lugging around in a baby carrier. "What's your blog?" I asked her.
Who knew? (Not me, apparently).
And every year since then, I've attended. Either pregnant or breastfeeding an actual baby.
So when this year came around, I actually decided not to attend. San Diego was a little far, and it's just tough trying to find someone, well someone who isn't going to say crazy shit, to watch my kids. I had resigned myself to not going.
But then on a whim I tossed one of my favorite posts into the "Voices of the Year" nominations.
And I won!
Then I was asked by BillMyParents (smart service that could have saved my ass and credit history when I was a teen, by the way) to work together with Liz, Alice Bradley, and Eden Kennedy on a discussion on parenting in the digital age at their BlogHer luncheon.
[Please sign up. I promise I will only be talking. And not cooking].
And so I suddenly had two really good excuses (a paid one, even) to go.
So this year I'll still be breastfeeding, just without the baby. I'll be reading one of my own favorite posts from this past year in front of the BlogHer attendees.
I'll be doing my best to not spend the entire hour of the luncheon laughing my ass off.
And I promise that I'm not pregnant.