And then there was a blog

For almost two years now I’ve been reading Katy Regan’s column "And then there were three" in Marie Claire. A fun and personal column about how life can literarily change over one night.

Approximately three years ago now – it really is that long - I was aimlessly rattling along, experiencing what may have been, in retrospect, a late twenties crisis (no boyfriend, too much binge drinking). But anyway, things were to reach a far greater crisis point than I could ever have predicted when one drunken no-strings shag with best friend Egg, resulted in one particular egg being fertilised and approximately nine months later, a son, Fergus, who is now almost two.

The last column was in this month’s issue of the magazine where she officially took the plunge into to the blogsphere with her own blog The state she's in. It’s no masterpiece of blog and in my opinion it doesn’t have to be. I still know that many, many readers including myself will come there and read about what's next in Katy Regan’s life.