I'm going to try to restart this thing again.
I'm now a mom. And I'm as spacey as before, if not more so. He'll be 2 in December. Which means 22 months of making me fall in love every day while wondering if I will survive the next one. Seriously. Hand(s). Full.
Plus I was just diagnosed with something fun and new - fibromyalgia. So let's try to navigate all that and restart my nonsensical word vomit.
Some posts will be talking about just me. Some about my adorable husband clone (that's my son). And some I'll do a little throwback to how I got here. Ready? Go!