Well, here we are

If you are reading this, then I hope that you understand me when I say- it took me my sons whole first year of life, and a couple of weeks, to finally be able to find the time to sit my ass down and write this first blog post. The idea has been in my head since three months postpartum.

Now, here we are- almost 13 months postpartum looking back on 10 months of pregnancy and 13 amazing, beautiful, exhausting, terrible-at-times months. My hopes and dreams in creating this platform is to help all of the mamas out there that don't know where to turn to. Sure, there are books, other blogs, Instagram (we will get into that one and the dos and don'ts), and of course, Google search engine (another do's and don'ts with that coming soon). But what I really wanted, what I really truly needed, especially in those early weeks and months postpartum, was someone to be totally and truly BRUTALLY honest with me. How hard things were going to be, yet how beautiful. How exhausting, yet fulfilling becoming a mother is. No, it's not always perfect. It's not always pretty. There are lots of tears on many ends, happy and sad.

So, here we are. On my couch while my son Jack naps (this is an anomaly truly) on one of my first days off from work in a little while. The dishes are done, the laundry is in the dryer. Still, I feel guilty sitting here with the television on, writing on my laptop instead of doing something that needs to be done. Putting away laundry that's been stacking up for the last month. Putting away his toys that are sprawled out on the play mat in front of my very eyes. NO ONE tells you about the guilt until you are in the very thick of it. And it's very real and hits very hard. It does not go away I am told. But here I sit, on my laptop, creating my first post, in hopes that I can help even one mama feel normal for the things that no one talks about.