My name wasn't always Momma...

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.