By The Wannabe Mom
I am 29
I am a daughter. A sister. A granddaughter. A niece. A friend.
I am a wife.
I manage a large local business. And that business is quite successful.
I have a sunny, happy house. And a little backyard garden. I love fresh flowers grown from seeds. And I love the way my food tastes when I cook with herbs pinched off their stem from outside my back door.
I can’t get enough of my fresh cilantro. I would wear it in my hair like a flower-crown if it didn’t attract bugs.
I am happiest when I’m cooking barefoot, in an apron. Listening to reggae music, chopping and stirring–and sipping a cold beer with a lime wedged into the neck of the bottle. I love looking up from my stove every so often to wink at the most handsome man I’ve ever seen—who just happens to be my husband.
I hate washing dishes. Sometimes I leave them in the sink for a week. Sometimes I just throw them away if they’re really, really hard and crusty.
I love folding laundry. But I hate hanging clothes up on hangers. My closet floor is covered in neat little piles of work pants, jeans and blouses. I only put them away when company’s coming. The same goes for making our bed. Ten times a year, tops.
I am happy when I’m outside running alone–and listening to my iPOD. This morning’s run was brought to me by 2Pac, The Dove Shack, Dave Matthews Band, Michael Jackson and the Bare Naked Ladies. I don’t care what anyone says, running to the song “Brian Wilson” by BNL will really get your heart-rate up.
I love Sunday nights–shaving my legs after a long bath and slipping into cool, clean cotton sheets that smell like Snuggles from the blue bottle.
I am a huge fan of red lipstick and dark mascara. I am a huge fan of buying vintage sequins dresses I may never wear. I am also a huge fan of wearing nothing but sunscreen and Cherry Chapstick–and my old Illini t-shirt with blue-jeans and Toms.
I love listening to my wedding song on a random Thursday afternoon. Crazy Love, the Brian Kennedy version. It gets me. Every. Single. Time.
I love to read. Books. Magazines. Blogs.
I love to write. I am a writer. Published, too. To be honest–the thought of not writing all summer while we take our break makes me a little sad.
I am infertile.
I am 1 in 8. But I’m pretty fabulous.
I am not childless by choice, but that does not—and will not–define me.
Like all infertiles–I am a wannabemama—The Wannabe Mom–but I’m also so much more.
Help me celebrate National Infertility Awareness Week® April 24th-30th by posting a comment about your infertility experience. And then tell me about everything else that makes you, you–and fabulous.