Before I had a baby, I'd like to think I was cool.
I would go out almost every weekend, I used to slam down beers and shots.
I always figured I'd have kids. I just never really knew when. For a while I assumed I was gonna be the super cool aunt who spoiled her nieces and nephew.
I worked every day, a full time waitress and bartender. I paid for my our education, going to class before work then doing homework after my shifts.
I thought I had time management down. YEAH, I was so so wrong.
I was ready to be pregnant, but I wasn't at the same time. I come from a huge family, five brothers and two sisters, and my mom said I'd be fine.
Pregnancy was a nightmare. I sucked so bad. I had to be on bed rest and all of a sudden, I realized that I was gonna have a little human that depended on me.
To say, I did research was an understatement. I googled, and talked to just about everyone I could about childbirth and raising children.
I'd like to think I'm a pro on babies.
My son is blessed to have me.. just kidding.
I make sure he has the "safest" and the "healthiest".
I'm "that" mom now. I'm sure women who have more than one kid, roll their eyes at me.
I fit the first time mom stereotype to the tee.
I buy him expensive clothes, even though I know he's gonna wear it like only once.
I wear Target's finest, and he rocks Under Armour and Nike.
Bottom line, I was cool. Now I'm a mom. I'd like to think I'm not a regular mom, I'm a cool mom.. but the truth is I'm not.
I used to be Nila. I used to two step and serve beer to strangers who became friends. I used to be skinny.
Now I'm Momma. I rock the occasional gerber puff in my hair, and I am no longer a size 4.
And I'm perfectly okay with it.