Married for just over six months, all I could think about was having a baby. I was completely and totally obsessed, and there was no one I could tell.
I started this blog six years ago, can you believe it? Six years? My life was so different on that fateful January morning — alone in our condo — when I secretly hit “Publish” for the first time.
Back then, I worked a 9-5 office job and dreamed of writing professionally. We lived in an expensive condo in an even more expensive suburb. I had a brand-new husband I didn’t see very much, because he was working two jobs. I desperately wanted children, but I was terrified about the future at the same time.
These days, I certainly sleep less — and have less free time on my hands — but my heart is full. I have a son and a daughter that
drive me crazy make me laugh, and I can’t get enough of them. We live in a lovely small town where we’ve met so many amazing friends, and playdates are plentiful. I still don’t see Darling Husband as much as I’d like, but at least he’s down to one job.
I can barely remember the girl sitting in the condo, all alone, typing all alone about how much she wanted to change everything. I also can’t imagine what the next six years will bring, and I suppose that’s life.