Hello World!

Well hello blogging world, it's about time we've met!  I've been missing my creative writing outlet and don't know why I didn't start this sooner.  Let's get to know each other on a personal, fun level as I explore this crazy, fun new life as a working mom, wife, and twenty something woman.

When I say I've missed writing, it's because I used to think that writing would be my career.  Throughout college I worked on the school paper, studied communications and journalism, and dreamed of a life where I worked at a magazine and saw my name in print.  Well...real life happened.  I fell in love, got married, and found myself in a different job (account management and sales for a coffee company) that I have grown to love.  My husband and I had three wonderful years of marriage living a life of dates, drinks, and fun.  We tried city life for about a year, bought a house in the suburbs soon after, and then when we weren't expecting anything new...that little pee stick found it's way into our house with a "pregnant" print out.  We were thrilled, excited, and scared out of our minds.

I'm not going to lie, I was not that, "I love pregnancy" kind of woman.  Don't get me wrong, I didn't have a bad pregnancy.  Yes, the first 12 weeks found me nauseous on and off but once that first trimester was over, life was pretty pleasant.  I loved my new pregnancy boobs but wasn't thrilled with the big belly that accompanied them.  I worked my way through one of the hottest summers in history living off smoothies, water, and flowy sundresses.  Two long weeks after our first born was supposed to grace us with his presence, an induction was scheduled.  We checked into the hospital at 2:00pm on a Thursday and finally met our son at 9:34pm on Friday.  We went through hours and hours of labor.  There were times when the word epidural was not allowed in my vocabulary.  There was back labor so horrific that I was speaking jibberish for about two hours.  Three fun filled hours of pushing happened and still, no baby in sight.  FINALLY, we decided this wasn't going to happen so I was wheeled into the delivery room to get a c-section.  At that point, I didn't care what happened, just get this baby out of me!  The drugs were pumping through my body, I was so swollen and sick from the massive amounts of pitocin I had had, and I was freezing cold.  All I really remember was the doctor finally telling me I had a son and all I was able to say was..."Is he cute?"  My husbands answer..."Yeah, he actually is."  Brody was and still is, the best looking baby we've ever layed eyes on.

As most new, clueless parents, my husband and I got through the first few weeks on little sleep.  Eventually, we got our little system and routine down and I thought..."this isn't too hard."  I was still home on maternity leave so if the baby had a bad night, we would nap together the next day.  I would try to pick up the house when he would nap, sometimes start dinner, and relax during the day.  This didn't last for long and before I knew it, 12 weeks had come and gone and it was time to go back to work. 

Now, here I am, trying to figure out this crazy, new life.  Getting out the door takes a lot longer with a little one in toe.  I can't just roll out of bed, I actually have to do my hair, make-up, and put on cute clothes.  Let's add in the diaper bag, bottles, outfits, bibs, and everything else a 4 month old needs for a day at the babysitter.  I'm trying to stay the sexy twenty something I used to be but still wear a "trendy" mom hat and wear it well.  Just because I have car seat, diaper bad, and pediatrician on speed dial doesn't mean I can't be hot, have a great sex life, or have girls night, does it?  It's a new day and age and I think that means a new style of mom.  Here's to me working on the career, relationship, cocktails, and raising my beautiful baby boy.