This Mother's Day is especially meaningful to me - its the first Mother's Day in which I am actually a momma. Before I summarize what the first 6 months of motherhood has been like for me, I want to give a shout out to my mother. Mostly I want to thank her for being my biggest fan and largest supporter. I would not be who I am today without her. As I take this new journey into motherhood she has been along my side the entire way.
My mom has eagerly awaiting to be a grandmother ever since my husband and I married. To her disappointment we waited to expand our family for a while, 7 years after our marriage to be exact. For the first several years after our marriage we lived in New York City and focused on our careers and tried to travel frequently, both of which we did not feel we could do once we brought a child into the world. For several years the topic of children came up, but neither of us were every ready at the same time. I have to admit I was scared and selfish. I was afraid of what I would have to give up once a child was born.
Is there ever a perfect time? The answer is No. I had always dreamed of having several kiddos, but when it came down to starting this journey I was never ready. After moving to the slightly slower paced city of Atlanta and realizing my biological clock was not getting any younger I finally gave the green light - I was ready to start trying for a family.
A few months and a miscarriage later I was pregnant. To be honest I had always dreaded pregnancy due to the uncertainty of how I would feel, but I was pleasantly surprised. When I look back at my pregnancy, I think of it has one the absolute best times of my life. The excitement and preparation for the new family member growing inside you leaves a constant warm and fuzzy feeling. My approach to nesting during my pregnancy was to travel. Throughout the summer months of pregnancy I was going somewhere almost every weekend - from New York to the beach.