#NaBloPoMo Day 6: Birthday Month

Welcome to NaBloPoMo Day 6, where the theme du jour is Birthdays!  Don’t forget to read yesterday’s post, where I talk about how jealous I am of my sister-in-law’s very ripe cervix.  How’s that for a non-sequitur?

November is my Birthday Month — no wonder I love it so much.  (And yes, forget birthday weeks, I’m all about birthday months).

This year I am turning 32, which sounds just so old to me.  But then I think about the year I turned 12, when I ugly cried because I was sad about how ancient I was.  So maybe with a little perspective, I can appreciate that when I turn 52, I’ll also feel like that sounds pretty old.  And I’ll laugh back at my 32-year-old self because I was actually so young back then.

Honestly, I’m quite tempted to feel sorry for myself on my birthday this year.  Because I’m going to be spending it so very, very alone.  I’m introverted, and shy, and awkward, and most of the time, I don’t even care.  But there’s something about birthdays, at least for me.  As much as I don’t want to be noticed in general, I do secretly always hope people will make a big deal on my birthday.

But alas, I’m alone in a new city, taking my sweet introverted time making new friends.  No extended family within hundreds of miles in any direction.  So all of my birthday hopes fall on my husband.  My poor husband who is in the throes of his intern year.  My poor husband who is working six or seven days a week.  Who leaves the house every day at 5:00 a.m. and doesn’t get home until 7:00 or 8:00 p.m.  Yeah, that husband.  I don’t expect much from him, but it’s a bit of a bummer that we won’t really get to spend any time together.  Maybe I can I count on my two-year-old and my 11-month-old for some birthday love?

I guess the good news is, no adults will be around to witness my annual birthday face-stuffing.  I’m going to shot-gun an entire pizza, Liz Lemon-style.

And as I’m eating my way through my feelings, I’ll try to remember that a birthday is just one day in a year full of other days.  And that year is just one year in a lifetime full of other years.  So what if  the actual Day Of is kind of underwhelming? It’s been a good year, and it’s been a great life.

Until next time,

Vee

#CuteKids

Hi, I’m Vee, and I have cute kids. Two, to be exact. And a pretty darn cute husband too.  While I used to be a corporate litigation attorney in Washington, D.C., my family recently moved to upstate New York for my husband’s new job.  And with the move, a new title for me: stay-at-home mom. Yay? Yikes? Only time will tell.  I will say that this career change was very much wanted, and I will say that I have a lot–a LOT–of reservations.  I’m giving myself grace and if it’s too fricking* hard, then bully for me for trying, and back to the lawyering world I go!

Since this is my inaugural post, I guess a few more details about me and my cuties are warranted.  As for me, I grew up in the American southwest.  Love me some cactus, hate me some rattlesnakes.  I went to college in Canada (ice ice baby), and law school in the northeast (clam chowdah baby).  Then it was 3 years in New York City as an associate at a top-tier law firm, and 4 more years in D.C. as an associate at a satellite office of the same law firm.  I guess that’s not a small amount of moving around.  I’m 31-years-old (almost 32 but shut up ok?) and I’m a Scorpio.  Not that I know anything about astrology … but maybe that detail is relevant for those of you who do.

I met the husband (“Hubby”) in high school, but we didn’t start dating until the end of college.  We’ve been married for just over five years, and I think we’re pretty good stuff.  We certainly have our issues, but they’re workable.  Hubby just finished med school in D.C., and then started his residency program up here in July.  He is a 33-year-old Gemini, for those of you keeping score.

Our son, who I’ll refer to as “K-man” for now, is a glorious little tow-headed two-year-old.  He’s my world.  He’s a nightmare in the flesh. Like, good lord, are all two-year-olds sociopaths or is my kid broken? K-man, an Aquarius, enjoys playing with Hotwheel cars — like, ALL the Hotwheel cars — and munching on bowls full of Pepperidge Farms goldfish.  I have a sneaking suspicion he’s a genius, but it’s hard to wade through the bias.

Our daughter, “Ell-Bell” for the time being, is almost eleven-months-old.  Girlfriend is chuuu-bby.  Like, that’s the first thing strangers will say about her when they see her.  I hope they stop, soon, before she develops a complex.  She also has the most mesmerizing blue eyes I’ve ever seen — swoon!  Ell-Bell is a Sagittarius who enjoys cheese sticks and stealing Hotwheels from her brother.  They already love each other so much.

So that’s our little family.  Why this blog, why now? Well, I used to blog feverishly about my efforts to get pregnant with K-man, and I found it very therapeutic.  Alas, that blog has served its purpose, and I feel like it’s time to start fresh. I find myself narrating blog posts in my head all the time, so why not put pen to paper?

I hope that this will be a blog about everything.  Parenting, marriage, extended family, life up here in the frigid north, shower thoughts, etc., etc. I’m not that picky.  Honestly, I’m just a girl who’s alone in a new place, with an isolating job, and I need someone to talk to!  A blank screen will do the trick.

Until next time,

Vee

 

*Sometimes I get a little excited and use “colorful” language. I’ve tried to be good in this post, but I can’t promise future posts won’t drop a few four-letter words here and there.  I’d love to say “sorry not sorry” but I actually am kind of sorry. So, yeah, sorry in advance.