I did a lot of daydreaming while I was pregnant with my son, Noah. Daydreams of chubby little hands, sweet baby smell and slobbery kisses. I don't remember one single daydream that involved me, 20 lbs (ok lets say 30lbs) heavier, watching The Talk, folding laundry, anxious for my 8 month old to wake up from his nap just to have some human interaction. In all the wisdom and sage advice I received at baby showers (and from strangers in the checkout line) there was nothing about protecting yourself from depression, isolation or loneliness. So here I am, putting it all out there. The sweet, the cuddly, and the ugly.
I am an introvert by nature, so it was much too easy for me to fall into this stay at home mom/hermit routine. When Noah was born I was just starting out as a hairstylist. Building up clientele takes time, patience and flexibility, but all new moms know that those things don't exist with a newborn at home! What does exist? Hormones. Hormones that don't allow you to let go of your sweet baby for five minutes, let alone an entire work day, without tears, stomach pains and maybe a few choice words for anyone who stands between you and your offspring. That being said... Noah and I are lucky enough to have a man in our lives who is perfectly okay with being the sole bread-winner in this little family of ours. I haven't completely benched my career, but it is a bit on the back burner as we struggle to find a solution that fits our daycare needs.
In addition to Noah and hairstyling I am branching out in the culinary department. I love Rachael Ray. She is my weekday 11am date. I am sure there will be plenty of triumphs and disasters to speak of soon! Something to look forward to:)
