The Beginning

It's taken me a long time to muster the courage to write about this, but if this can be as helpful to someone else as the blogs I've read have been to me, then I've done something right. 

People who know me know that I'm petrified of babies. Don't try to hand me your newborn/four month old/nine month old because I'm pretty sure it will start crying and I will freak out, resulting in permanent damage to either myself or your child or both. Now a classroom of teenagers? Sure. Bring it on--I can handle that. Regardless of my abnormal fear of small crying things, I've always wanted to be a mom, probably because my mom rocks. I figured that when the time came and that frightening burrito-wrapped baby was mine, I would somehow magically know what to do with it, or at least someone in my immediate family would. Thank goodness I married a man with two sisters who ADORE children and actually know what to do with them, because the only person with a greater fear of children than myself happens to be my darling husband.

The brief history of our journey is under the "my story" tab.  I will be writing about each part of this in depth on my blog, hopefully daily or at least a few times a week.  Again, my goal is not sympathy or empathy, but to reassure and possibly help girls out there like me, the obsessive "googlers" looking for accurate information to help them understand what's going on.