You know when you have that moment when you realize your life is nothing like you thought it would be. And you wonder to yourself- "Who am I and how in the world did I get here?" And then you can't quite tell if you are seriously winning or seriously in need of a one way plane ticket.
This was one moment:
Me to Cory (while sitting in the passenger seat of the car with two pounds of saltwater taffy on my lap): "Do you want a piece of taffy?"
Cory: "Sure."
Me: "Here is a green one. It's a little sour, so I have a vanilla one here as a chaser."
It was then that I stopped and realized that I offered my spouse a "taffy chaser." How did I get here? I used to be the girl who could beat anyone in a keg stand and now I'm in need of a chaser for my taffy. I mean, I used to chase beer with cookies, so not much has changed, but really, taffy? When did I get here?
Here is another:
The other night, I found myself and my four year old little nugget playing a game entitled, "How many breast pads can I fit in my pocket." I think the title speaks for it's self. But again, how did I get here? I mean, am I prepared for the birth of my child? Yes. Am I #cool? Not so much. (Ya, Ya, I know. I can't really pull off the hashtag stuff. Well, technically it's a pound sign, but whatever.)
The other night, I found myself and my four year old little nugget playing a game entitled, "How many breast pads can I fit in my pocket." I think the title speaks for it's self. But again, how did I get here? I mean, am I prepared for the birth of my child? Yes. Am I #cool? Not so much. (Ya, Ya, I know. I can't really pull off the hashtag stuff. Well, technically it's a pound sign, but whatever.)
On a side note, we are 30 days away from our due date, unless we are going with the word of my psychic who believes baby Rev will be born on January 16th. And frankly, why wouldn't I believe the psychic?
