Caution: Toddler Streaking

So, over the past year I've had some major adjusting to do when it comes to my lifestyle. One major adjustment was going from single, urban-living girl, working full-time as a project manager, drinking wine at happy hour every-other-night, letting dirty laundry and dishes pile up to being in a relationship that includes a 2- year old that comes equipped with his own very stinky diapers, living in a suburb with a a funny name that comes with its own very nosy neighbor, becoming a housewife and becoming pregnant.

I have to admit that I never thought any of this would happen a little over a year ago and the adjustment has definitely been a very bumpy journey. It was frustrating to have so many things happen at once that weren't in the plans and I was so quick to want to blame someone, anyone. Even poor Oscar (the Cat) has had many days where me sitting out on the porch bitching to him, because everyone else was at work, actually became a normal part of his day. I had to give him extra catnip on those days.

It was hard to tell if my feelings of annoyance and frustration were stemming from hormonal changes taking place due to pregnancy or if they truly did exist. Scooter and I have been through so much this year that it surprises even me that we have managed to work through most of it, although it hasn't all been a smooth ride.

I know this: I love my husband more than anything, even jalapenos, and cannot imagine my life without him. I've known this since the same week we met.

So, my days of Gymboree, Mommy Groups and shopping for stage 2 nipples will soon be here albeit much earlier than I had planned on, but I'm ok with it. I'm actually starting to look forward to it.

As far as if the frustrations were due to hormonal changes taking place or if they truly did exist - I'm going to blame it on the aliens coming down and zapping me in the butt.