do what you want

but don't call it a midlife crisis

Something I’ve been afraid of since becoming pregnant the first time is that I would “lose myself” - and not in a fun or cool way a la Eminem, no. More of a woman-inexplicably-drops-diamond-overboard-to-be-lost-forever kinda way. The kinda way that you can’t really get it back, or figure out what it’s supposed to be, or how it’s supposed to be. Or where it’s supposed to be…coming from, going.

hoooowwwws it gonna be when you don’t know me anymoooooooore

bonus points to anyone who can tell me the songs quoted here today.

The obvious thing - now - about having kids is that you DO change, for the better, for the worse, for the necessary, and I think all of us who make it to parenthood, whether on purpose or by accident, figure that out pretty quickly.

When you’re having your dumb little baby shower with all the dumb little gifts, people hint at the change you’re going to experience, and you’re like, ok sure, no duh.

When you’re not sleeping those first few days/weeks/months [years? sob] you…