There are days when I struggle with wanting to be a full-time, stay-at-home mom, and feeling guilty about that because I work.

I want to be a cool mom.

Everybody knows there is no such thing as normal. There is no black-and-white definition of normal. Normal is subjective. There's only a messy, inconsistent, silly, hopeful version of how we feel most at home in our lives.

You know, you only get one family, and you have to make it work.

I'm eating healthy, I just have a crazy lifestyle.

Its always when you think that youve lost a little of the baby weight that someone steps in grabs a handful of a now sans baby soft belly and asks the inevitable When are you due?

My reality is the misconceptions about me.