Mildly creepy, or strangely endearing?

While perusing one of my regular weblog reads (Janeforshort, if you must know, although I am really at a loss as to why I read it regularly, as it is completely about people I don’t know at all, and is probably only interesting to them. Guess I’m just bored.), I noticed that her archives go back to November 2000. My first thought — first! — was,’Hm. That was back when I was still only one person.’

Isn’t that kind of weird? Just because I got pregnant at some point that month doesn’t mean that I stopped being one person. Or does it? Weird.