Hi! I’m Stephanie, writer of the I Literally LOLblog and wiper of the poopy bottoms.
I never would have thought that a monotonous cycle of laundry, dishes, stinky diapers, discipline, and sleep deprivation would bring me so much joy. No, I’m really not crazy . . . or at least not certifiably. Ahem.
I think I have always lived for big moments. It almost seems easier in a way. There is the prep and planning, the processing and deciding, and finally the climatic result of all your hard work. In one single day, it’s all over. There is a decidedly tangible feeling of accomplishment. You know that you have done something, and done it well.
When we decided to try for a child my first pregnancy test came back negative. I didn’t tell Eric at first due to fear that my worst nightmare was true; that I could not in fact get pregnant. Not even a week later, on a lazy Saturday morning, he made the comment about my eating habits that week and how tired I was. So as soon as he left for work I pulled out another pregnancy test and took my place on the porcelain throne.
There it was, two pink lines telling me I’m going to be a mom. I took a few more with Eric until I finally set up the appointment to confirm 100% I was carrying our child.
I have a confession to make. My daughter’s have what some (mainly my husband), would call a vast amount of shoes. They have different colors and styles, and they certainly have an opinion as to what they do and don’t like. I thought I covered all my bases until Lily recently got her first pair of Freshly Picked Moccasins.