I didn’t play much with baby dolls growing up. I was more of a trucks and legos kind of girl. I didn’t like boys, I liked to beat them, at everything. Yes, I was a tomboy. I didn’t think much about my dream wedding and my prince charming, or about having children of my own but after losing one of the most important people in my life, my dad, my world changed, my priorities changed, and my thoughts for the future changed.
I'm still the same me, I just function on a much quicker, “life is short” kind of pace. I married my high school sweetheart and since then I’ve followed in the stereotypical footsteps of many mid-20′s women. In a matter of months, we bought a house, got a dog, and painted each and every surface in the house. I’ve been bitten by the photography bug, I want to grow vegetables in the backyard, bake pies, and travel the world. And most of all, I want a baby.
It is my hope, for the sake of my poor husband, that this blog will help me to slow down, step back, re-evaluate and better prepare myself (if there even is such a thing as being “prepared for a baby”) I mean there’s prepared and then there’s prepared. Right?
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