I Have No Idea What I'm Doing
My daughter turned one year old a week ago tomorrow. And I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. What I do know is writing about my life is extremely cathartic. And even though right now I should be reading about how I should be transitioning from formula to an entirely food-based diet because I have this lingering fear in the pit of my stomach about whether or not she'll get her necessary hydration if she doesn't have 4+ bottles a day. But there is enough time tonight to write. There is enough time while she sleeps for me to read at least a few pages from the books I got from the library today. These posts will be my failings, my triumphs, my fears, and hopefully funny anecdotes on my life and the tiny life I have been charged with from here on out. I never wanted to be a mother. I found out I was going to be one two weeks before she entered this world. She was an accident. She was a happy, wonderful, surprising accident. And thes...