I'm in my thirties goram it!

Now that my son will be one year old next week, I've been starting to think about all of the things I have given up in the last two years while I was pregnant and then breastfeeding. Some things I will not be returning to now that I have someone that is depending on me to be a responsible adult, and others, like this blog, will begin to see a resurgence.

I'd like to say that the last two years have been wonderful and magical and the best of my life, and in some ways they were because my son was in them, but they have also been the hardest, loneliest, and most stressful. I have worked toward a teaching certification, given birth via c-section, become a single mother of a two month old, survived 11 months of sleep deprivation, and become isolated from my friends. There is only so much people can stand talking to you when your only topic of conversation is your baby because that is the only thing interesting in your life. It doesn't help that I had to move back in with my mother and that even though I'm in my thirties, have owned a home, been married and divorced, she still treats me like I'm fifteen. Only now she treats me like I'm 15 with a baby. On a daily basis it takes all of my resolve to not shout: "SHUT THE FUCK UP! You have no idea what you are talking about." and "Why, yes, I do understand that teenagers have mood swings. I'M A HIGH SCHOOL TEACHER!" and " It's pronounced frustrated..FR..FR...frustrated. NOT FUSSTRATED!"