Its
been a few years since I last posted and a lot has happened. The short
story is I finally met a wonderful man, we fell in love, got married and
now we have a beautiful 6 month old daughter.
When
I got pregnant I was literally the most excited I had ever been. I had
everything that I had always dreamed of. Well except for the "Geriatric Pregnancy" title they give you.
I
finally became a buyer for the company I had always wanted to work for,
I had literally no morning sickness and everything was falling into
place. Until the realization of daycare hit. Many don't know that when
you plan to have children you should plan daycare as well. 2 months of
searching high and low and we had nothing. Then one day I was working
from home and I got a call, this call would change everything. In that
call I was told that my position was no longer needed and I would have
30 days until my last day.
Needless
to say I was devastated. I waited until my husband came home and I told
him the news. He was ECSTATIC!! And I was terrified. It was that night
it was decided that I would become a stay at home mom.
I
had went to college, received my degree and worked as a buyer in some
form for 18 years. How would I be a stay at home mom? So I did what any
person coming out of corporate America would do. I looked for job
descriptions. The only thing I found was blogs, articles and facebook
groups about stay at home moms, ones from Minnesota others from across
the seas, moms from the east and moms from the west. It was literally
mom, mom, mom, mommy..... everywhere I googled.
After
sometime I simply had myself a good cry, breathed and told myself I got
this. After all I'd been changing diapers since I was about 7 and had
watched my siblings raise perfectly healthy and normal kids. It has to
be in my genes.
This
is the simple start to my journey into Motherhood. I'm currently 6
months in and my tiny human is still alive. THANK GOD! And I've managed
to do it all without a dula, midwife or home birth, I didn't breast feed
24/7, sleep training, car seats signs that read "your germs are too big
for me please don't touch" or cloth diapers.
Stay
tuned for the good, the bad and the ugly of parenting. Be warned, I'm
super opinionated so if your feelings get hurt easily then this isn't
the blog for you.
