Given that it is New Years Eve...and that in the past I would be dancing on a table top somewhere with a bottle of champagne in my hands, I am feeling a bit of an identity crises. We don't talk about it, us moms. We don't talk about how hard it is to go from one extreme to the other. For some of us it is easy. We were ready for a child, planning and trying and hoping and wishing. For the rest of us though we were busy partying and drinking and dancing the night away and then WHAMMY! Surprise!!!!! You are pregnant! I may have been married but I basically led the life of a single girl. I went out with my girls, we got dressed up, partied the night away, VIP line up at the clubs, my husband and I threw great house parties....and then one day without any warning it all changed. Changed for the better mind you! I love LOVE being a mom. But sometimes I feel this weird sense of limbo, as if I have one foot in each world. I couldn't even handle Christmas shopping downtown this year the hustle and bustle drove me MAD! Yet after weeks of being cooped up in sleepy North Vancouver, I tend to go a little bit crazy and get the urge to go out and shake my GROOVE THANG! Now that Claire is older, eating solids, and going to sleep on her own at nights this is a possibility....but after 7 months will I even remember how? The last time I tried going to a club since Claire was born, for a friends stagette, I just found myself looking at all these drunk young girls, getting hit on by douchy drunk older men, thinking ugh that is someones daughter. Le sigh, you know you are a mother when.
Fellow moms, how did you bridge the divide?
Did you feel this same sense of limbo too?
