Bowling + Birthing = Egg Salad

I often think about how I was meant to live in a different era. One with less technology, awful hair and radical movements. All and all I think the 1960's would be my time to shine. However, seeing as I was born in 1989, and time travel does not yet exist, my dreams of paying 57 cents for a dozen eggs, crushing on a once attractive Beatle and styling my hair like a beehive will never be a reality.

But since I had a baby out of wedlock, just months after going steady with a boy I am forever grateful it is in fact 2013.

I wrote previously about how I went bowling one Saturday night in March of 2012 and then a year later I was eight months pregnant. So if we do the math properly, I met Derek that night bowling and had a baby 13 months later. 

Carry the one.. 

subtract 3.. 

multiply by 8...

That means I got knocked up around four months after we met. Might I add that we also broke up for a month in there somewhere. Needless to say, everything moved quickly for us. And to sum things up, thank goodness we actually like each other. Heck, we even looooove each other. Lets just say most people don't spend their one year anniversaries in a prenatal class.

Then came April 28th, the morning my water broke and the day I thought we were going to meet our baby. Little did I know that the birthing Gods had a different plan in store for me. I ended up being in labour for 30 hours all to have an emergency c-section. So on April 29, 2013 and 2:29 p.m. we welcomed our baby girl Ali into the world.

I would like to say when I first laid eyes on her it was the most magical moment of my life. But the fact of the 

matter is that I was so incredibly doped up and freshly 'coming to' after general antithetic that I can barely remember those first moments. Further more, in all of the pictures of me first meeting Ali I look as though I went to hell and back about twenty-seven times; which I quite possibly did. But boy did things change. As soon as I knew my left from right again and came to the realisation that I was in fact no longer pregnant I fell deeply in love with Ali, and more in love with Derek. I was bed ridden the first week or so due to surgery and a few other complications and the man who vowed to never change a diaper was changing all of them! (I honestly didn't change her diaper until she was a week old.)

Blah, blah, blah.. Some time passed and Ali is now six months old! I've totally become that uncool Mom I vowed never to be. I no longer do my hair, rarely wear makeup and wear stretchy pants far too often. I'm still working on losing that baby weight, but I'm told that will come off with time. And my idea of a fun Friday night is making egg salad and going to bed by 9:30. I call myself a party animal but I'm thinking most people call me boring, and I'm more then okay with that. Although I don't have a lavish life in some penthouse in the city, I do have a comfortable life filled with love in a little house on the prairie. And if you ask me, life couldn't be any better.