I am so incredibly excited to have been published by Scary Mommy. This site has been at the top of my "to-be-published-on" list, practically since my daughter was born, and today, a little dream came true.
Let me begin by saying that I like French culture, I really do; I might even consider myself a mild Francophile. I have a big tapestry of France that hangs on the wall in our bedroom. I love camembert and Champagne, quiche, and oysters on the half shell with mignonette.
When I was pregnant, I heard (from the media) how often people were going to tell me how amazing having a child is. How they’d say it completes me. How they'd say I’d never known love like that before.
Long before I was pregnant, I was unsure if I ever wanted a child. As young as sixteen, I really didn't have a dedication to the idea. I had a few names picked out just in case, but I mostly dreamed of a wonderful life spent without children.
In December of 2014, my husband (then-boyfriend) and I decided to take a babymoon. I was four months pregnant; destination: Miami.
I thought I was the exception. I thought I was totally going to skim right over that whole post-pregnancy-hair-loss thing. Not so.
I was holding a baby, in a room with three of my friends. They were leaving before me. I would meet them there, at Olive Garden, where we were going for the happy hour wine specials.
I had a baby last week.