Since I last posted I have gone from a mom of one to a mom of two. A lot has happened, obviously. I mean, there was a positive pregnancy test, nine months of human building (with accompanying disappearing waistline) and birthing of said human, which is a blog post all of its own. So why post now? Well, I'm four months into mom-of-two'ness and it's official.. I have a 'unicorn' baby. "What exactly is a 'unicorn baby'?" I hear you ask. It's a term coined by my sister describing a mythical creature that one often hears about and reads about but rarely sees in real life. The kind of little person that sleep through the night, only cries for legitimate reasons like hunger and "there's a nuclear level explosion in my Pampers Premium, mom. Could you please do something about that?" The kind of baby that gurgles and smiles and sits sweetly, content just to watch, as you get dressed in the morning. Giving you plenty of time to apply m
I don't really know why I'm writing this. I don't know precisely what this post should be about. Odd, I know, given the fact that I am typing this and it's turning into a post of its own one word at a time. I guess... no, I don't guess, I know that I need to write. And let the chips fall where they may. As 'Days of our Lives' dramatic as that sounds... I'm not in a particularly neon pink place at the moment... it's been a tough couple of weeks. Think Survivor meets The Apprentice meets Mean Girls . You see, I'm a words person. It's both a strength and a weakness. Do I remember every dirty look, childhood 'lie belt' smack or Standard 5 'disco' I wasn't invited to? No. Do I remember every hurtful/judgemental phrase ever said about me or to me? Yes. Every word. Fun Fact: My grandmother telling 14-year old me that I was 'a well-padded girl' still gets my butt to gym on a Monday morning. Wanna build me u