SAHM I am

Wife, SAHM, wanna-be interior designer, and owner of a massive Pinterest recipe board.

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So we're teething now and this is the only way she's happy #amotherload #sahmlife

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of boys

He this, he that. He. He. He.  I knew we were having a boy.  My husband is a boy.  My fur babies are boys.  And that bouncing baby boy was going to fit right in.  We even had his name picked out; Brian and I were naming him after my brother.

A boy meant we wouldn't have to paint because the khaki walls were perfect for the masculine nursery I was envisioning.  There weren't as many options for boys as for girls, from the nursery bedding to clothes, so I was going to learn how to sew.  I was going to be an awesome boy mom!

Our friend Angela and her daughters were throwing us a gender reveal party and our ultrasound was only a few days away.  Since there was technically a chance that we weren't having a boy, I told Brian we should probably toss around some girl names, you know, for good measure.

So there we were.  Brian wasn't saying too much.  He had already asked me if we could find out the gender because he thought it would be special and he didn't like the idea of everyone looking for his reaction at the reveal.  I just kept thinking that this baby probably wasn't going to cooperate and we'd be having a genderless BBQ!

The ultrasound tech passed the wand over my belly.  What was that?  Were those lines, like "girl" lines?  Nah, probably just ribs.  I mean, we weren't even sure which end was up yet.  Then there they were, dead center in that grainy frame. 

"Is that a hoo-ha?", I blurted out.  Yes, my friend, our he was a she.  I looked at Brian with tears of excitement and said simply "What are we going to do with a girl?"   

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of irony

"Kids aren't in our 5 year plan", I said confidently while leaning over to cheers my husband as our friends chased their kids around the house.  Brian and I had been together longer than many of our friends and most of them had kids so it was always a question of when we were next. 

We were DINKs, Double Income No Kids.  We worked and played hard and weren't ready for the lifestyle changes that came with having kids.

We were pregnant.

"Why did you even take a pregnancy test if you didn't think you were pregnant?" Brian asked me as I was freaking out over a little piece of plastic with blue lines all over it.

"Because I am a woman and I have an obligation to check on my body when I'm late.  And because I drink a lot of wine."

I always envisioned that Brian would be the freaker-outer.  "How much is it going to cost?"  "What about work?"

Turns out Brian was the glue holding my sh!t together as an endless stream of questions poured out of me almost as fast as my tears.  We always said that we would be fine if we got pregnant, no big deal.  That was before I talked him into taking a 60% pay cut for a job that would have him home more (which apparently also gave us more opportunities to get pregnant) and before I left an amazing boss for a job in the non-profit sector.  A job that I had walked away from once, but that everyone else seemed to think was perfect for me. 

Also turns out that Brian's job was a total blessing in disguise and I should have gone with my gut about mine, but that's a story for another day.

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by Drunken Cat Comics

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#thestruggleisreal