Advice these days is thrown around like candy at a parade. Sometimes, it can be difficult to distinguish the good advice from the bad advice. Imagine you and one of your friends were in conversation one morning, over coffee, and they came at you with advice like this. “So I’m going to try out this cool new idea where I just drink water on Monday’s. I figure I can save tons of time during the week if I only drink water on Monday’s. I’m going to try to cram in enough water on that one day so I don’t have to drink for the whole rest of the week! I think it’s going to end up working out really well for me! You should totally join me! You’ll end up saving so much time when you don’t have to be drinking water every single day!” I’m going to go ahead and assume that you would look at them like they were completely insane and let them know that they won’t make it long on the idea that they only need to drink water once a week. You would more than likely tell your friend that choosing t...
Rem and I were married for aproximately fifteen minutes before I was begging him for a baby. I was twenty years old and wanted nothing more than to be a mom. I had always LOVED babies and little kids and dreamed of the day when I could have one of my own. I had visions in my head of dressing my sweet baby in tiny outfits and rocking him or her all day long. I couldn't wait for the sweet smiles and baby babbles. I was in serious la la land over my dream baby. I wanted this baby so badly. SO SO badly. But, in all my pre-motherhood ignorance, all I envisioned was how this child could benefit MY life. We had been married for six months when we found out we were expecting our sweet Gavin. I was OVER THE MOON. I had an uncomplicated, easy pregnancy and was sailing into motherhood on high hopes. Still living in la la land, visions of my precious easy-to-care-for baby filled my mind. I literally had no idea what was coming. Honestly, no one can really prepare you for what it's like t...