It feels like it's been years since I blogged, when in reality it's been 5 months. So much has happened in five months that I should publish a book, not a blog. Well, let me re-phrase that. Only about 6 people would read the book, but what I've experienced feels like it's novel-worthy. You're waiting for me to write that I was kidnapped, held for ransom and escaped, right? HA! hardly. I had a baby, remember? Way more life altering than escaping kidnappers.
It happened pretty much like I planned it (see previous post), only BabyVirgo arrived at lunchtime, not cocktail hour. I'm proud to say I had a drug-free birth - no epidural. It was THE hardest, most wonderful thing I've ever done. Gentleman Husband was the greatest team player/support person in the world. He did everything just as a husband should. The first three months are total shit. Lots of crying - by baby and parents - diaper blowouts, confusion - by baby and parents -saying "I'm sorry" - to each other and to baby. But, you do it, and you figure it out, and somehow this teeny little being starts to grow and recognize you and eventually you get to 4 months and breath a sigh of relief. And now, I'm actually enjoying the ups and downs of little BabyVirgo on a daily basis.
I decided not to go back to work, but to freelance instead. I find that this decision has its good and bad points. On the good side, I get to watch my baby grow up everyday. I get to feed her. Play with her. Never miss a moment of her cuteness. I could go on, obviously. On the bad side, I sometimes forget that I'm a stylish, 30-something Mrs., not just a Mom. I have to remind myself to wash my hair instead of conveniently throwing it into a ponytail. I have to remind myself to get out of the house and make plans to socialize, otherwise I wear sloppy outfits every day. I have to remind myself that I own heels. I have to remind myself I have hobbies that don't include laying on my tummy, bouncing a baby on my knee, or pushing a stroller. Of course, the good will always outweigh the bad. Of course. But, I need to find balance in my life.
There is nothing better than the site of BabyVirgo's smile through the bars of her crib in the morning when I go to her. This kind of exhilaration used to only come with the seasonal issue of Vogue. Watching her attempt to eat baby food is so exciting, you'd think I just won tickets to go see Radiohead. You get the idea. I've left Social Virgo behind for Mama Virgo. At some point they have to meet though, right?
We'll see. In the meantime, this is NOT a mommy blog. I hope to keep that promise to you, reader.
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