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I spent my entire pregnancy in shock at being pregnant. Recently divorced and newly married (again), I prepared dutifully for my natural childbirth and little for what laid beyond -- sleepless nights, an elimination diet, and a transition from college music professor to mother that is still not over.
Not knowing any new mothers in my town and feeling fairly misplaced, I decided to start a blog with the hopes of connecting with other moms -- moms who didn't shower every day and cried more than they laughed. I was out to bust myths, open eyes, and bring to the light the TRUE realities of motherhood (harsh, joyous, and funny) and what having babies can do to a brand new marriage.
Thanks to the completion of my husband's active military duty career, I left the Deep South for temporary residence with my in-laws in the Philadelphia area, now with two kids and a little more confidence when it comes to mothering (little being the operative word).
But the challenges of parenting in Mississippi became challenges of parenting with my in-laws. And the challenges of parenting with my in-laws are now parenting back in The Dirty South in my own home, which means mortgage and lots of time as a wife-of-pilot-who's-gone-a-lot parent.
But wait! Before I can actually rest my head on my own pillow, I'm doing four months of time in Little Rock, Arkansas as a military wife yet again.
So I blog to keep my head above water and my ass out of a psychiatric hospital.
And it helps pay the bills.
For more information about me, my writing, and my podcast, visit my home page or email me at coolmompicks [at] yahoo [dot] com.
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