Okay so maybe Adam was right...just don't tell him

After spending about six months at home, I have come to the realization that until we have a baby I NEED TO WORK. Let me repeat myself I NEED TO WORK. Although this idea has been stuck in the back of my head for quite sometime, it finally really hit home when I caught myself getting annoyed that Dude would not respond to my questions regarding who really is A on Pretty Little Liars. 

 It was a Tuesday afternoon, and I was sitting on my couch talking to my poodle about a television show, a television that has a target demo of 12. When I was pregnant, I felt like it was kismet. My life was finally lining up the way that it should.  I was going to be a cool stay home mom who worked part-time at gym, but plans have changed. I either have to adapt, or turn this blog into Tuesdays with Poodle. Now, I just sort of feel stuck and that maybe I should have thought the whole quarterlife crisis thing through. 

I was just reading  this blog about finding your dream job and made me real think about what I really want.  Do I want to a trainer, work in HR, or get my masters? No, I want to be a mom. That is all plain and simple. Feminism be damned. I just want a fucking baby.  The one job I want is the one job that just feels so unattainable right now. In my head I know that it will happen someday, but what I am supposed to do in the meantime?