My life is... not as I planned. Allow me to explain. On my 30th birthday, I swore that marriage and children were for losers and instead I was going to carry out my days traveling to far off lands and giving the world the finger. It was a great plan! I had a good job, I had a great place right downtown and I totally lived the life of one of the Sex & the City girls. I was pretty sure it would last forever. Hahaha! I love famous last words! The friends who celebrated that birthday with me are fond of serving those words for dinner with a nice slice of humble pie.
After a particularly bad date in 2006, I made a martini-fueled post on Craigslist that was more tirade than personal ad. In the cold, hard, hungover light of the next day I decided that any man brave enough to reply to THAT was definitely worth at least a meeting for drinks. I went on a series of dates with guys who were interesting enough, and one that was downright fascinating. I had been around this block a few times and had stopped giving new boys names until they had been around for a while. Kind of like on nature shows when they don't name one of the bear cubs, they don't want you to get attached. This one was known as Wednesday in the beginning. There was a chemistry with him unlike anything I had ever known before. Within six weeks, we found ourselves on a beach vacation in Playa del Carmen, Mexico. There, while we drank ice cold Coronas from a bucket in steamy heat on a rooftop patio during a thunderstorm, I told him I loved him. I have never looked back.
Even though pregnancy was terrible and delivery was even worse, we want to do it all over again. The focus of Life with a Parasite has changed, but I'm still the girl who drinks wine and lives the life in the big city, I just carry a diaper bag while I do it. Calling my darling baby "The Parasite" is mostly a joke. It started here. She's an awesome kid and I love her more than I ever thought humanly possible. There, NOW can I bitch about motherhood?