Name Change?

Yesterday, I talked (texted) to Jarod and told him I had a blog.  His response?  "Are you sure you're ready to let people into your life?" Um, duhhh.  My dream?  To become a BRAVO Real Housewife of some odd region of the country and to be the crazy one. Then end up on the cover of OK! Magazine because of my apparent fail as a human being.  So, not really, but as much as I might deny it, I kinda like it when people wanna know my business.

After a few text exchanges, I was thinking about what I was probably going to write about and honestly, would have little to do with Jarod and Sammy (sorry for those who wanted that sort of an update) and more about what goes through my little head everyday and out my mouth to Brittni.  And let's be honest, Jarod and Sammy are never going to write this blog and I would rather not write for them.

Why did I decide on The Unexpected Mommy?  Because I am.

Laame post!  haha, of course I'll go into detail.  I know a lot of people were wondering what I was thinking.  Obviously, when I found out I was pregnant, I didn't know it was going to happen.  Actually, I was talking to Brittni and she said "I think you're pregnant... and you're going to have a boy!"  I immediately denied such a fact, but why did I think in any world I should second guess Britt's sixth sense.  That was stupid of me.  Jarod was surprisingly fine with it, but I was not.  I refused to go to the doctor, mostly because I knew I wasn't covered by any of my health insurance policies to go for a prenatal visit and slightly because I wanted to deny what was going to be Sam.

Cut to several months down the road... I still didn't tell anyone.  At this point, it was no longer because I didn't want to think about the baby, but because I just didn't want to tell anyone.  If Jarod and I were married for 5 years and THEN I found out I was pregnant, I probably would feel just as awkward telling anyone I was pregnant.  And let's be honest, I have about 5 friends, who, I'm sure are the only ones who are reading this right now.  And I think I told all of them by the fifth month.

Anyway, before this story gets way too long with too many explanations, I'll make this long story short: I unexpectedly found myself as a mother and I kinda like it.

Nap times and Rockabyes

So, last night I made the big mistake of 1. Staying up super late to make a blog and 2. jinxing myself by bragging about my teenage baby boy.

Sam decided to wake up at 5 in the morning to eat aaandd play.  Kill me.  Maybe he read my blog, maybe he can read my mind and wanted to spite me, I don't know what it is, but I'm tired.

Anyway, I got to thinking about how I get Sam to sleep these days and how much I've changed since I found out I was pregnant.

I SWORE before Sam was born that he would never sleep in my bed. Umm, that ended day two. I said I'd never rock him to sleep....then he got that diaper rash.  I also wasn't going to let him get attached to anything, let him be held too often, or give in when he cries.  Guess what?  I'm holding him right now (because he was crying) as he sleeps holding a blanket.  He's 3 months old and runs my show.

I thought of all things, I could learn to be a tough mom.  FAIL.  Some how, this little orangutan was able to find a way to regularly hang on my arm and made his way into my heart.  I guess I didn't do so well in ensuring that the therapy business stays afloat, but maybe we can be friends.

So what?  Once and awhile he sleeps with me (every night).  I heard when you have a family bed, the kid ends up having really high self esteem. I guess Sam's going to love himself and life.  Sam also knows how to get himself to sleep and so do I.  And you know what?  Sometimes when he cries, I go take a long shower and ignore him.  Guess who's got the upper hand now, Sammy?

There's not a perfect way to do everything and there are no perfect mommies.  But there's always a perfect way to love.  I guess it makes it easy to think this way when you realize you're the only one that can get him to sleep.

Nap time for Mommy!

First Post

Hello Thursday morning.  While I should be asleep, preparing for the grueling schedule of a new mommy, I'm up at two... wait one (still don't understand central time) in the morning.  And of all things, creating a blog for my family.  This is mostly due to the fact that my 3 month old already thinks he's a teenager and will sleep until 9 or 10 in the morning.  Plus, he's not that hard to handle.  While Jarod is on his road trip, I usually spend several hours a day watching BRAVO TV and E! Probably not the most productive thing I can do, but hey, I start school again in a little more than 2 weeks.  I deserve this (at least I can tell myself that.)  Starting a blog is not the worst way for me to spend my time.

Here's to hoping I'll keep this up!

'Til next time!