Wish List Wednesday

Let's examine my vacations in the past few years.  My husband and I got married almost three years ago.  We had the honeymoon of our dreams, right in St. Lucia, the location of the infamous Bachelor.  It was perfect and I would give many a thing to go back.  After that, I went to Florida with my husband and my parents.  It was beautiful and a great time away.  And last, but not least, 3 months before my son was born we went on a Babymoon.  We went to the beautiful island of Nantucket.  I couldn't have chosen a better way to spend four days.  We got fantastic weather while there was a noreastern where we currently live in New England.  We saw the most beautiful sunset that there could ever be on a beach with no one on it but ourselves. 

...that was over a year and a half ago.  We are dying here!  We need a vacation so desperately!  I am still undeicded if we would bring our son or not...I don't know if I can leave him for longer than a night yet, but just to get away is my dream.  Since my husband is not a permanent employee, and is a contractor, it has been harder to get away because we would have to pay for not only the trip, but lose that weeks income.  So...this Wednesday, I am wishing for a vacay.  Please, anyone?

our honeymoon spot

It's Where the Heart Is...

I am a Jersey Girl, born and raised.  All the stereo types may not be true (for me at least) but I do love New Jersey. The board walk, zeppoles,  the Garden State Parkway, and endless shoppin.  gAlthough, the last time I took a drive through NJ I almost had a panic attack because of the drivers...ok, I finally agree, they are crazy!  I used to be too...but I have to admit I have gotten better since my son was born, I am more like an old women now, you just wish I'd get out of your way.  I Digress.  I never thought that I could leave New Jersey.  When I graduated college my husband and I were dating and had decided that whereever I got into law school we would be moving.  I applied to two law schools in New Jersey and didn't get into either.  I think I almost died right there.  We were left with either Florida or Rhode Island.  I had never lived more then 30 minutes from home, so it was clear we'd be moving to Rhode Island.

It took a LONG time for me to get used to living this far from hom.  Not one year, not two years, but possibly three years.  It wasn't until I hit 6 months into my pregnancy, after we had left Rhode Island and moved to Connecticut that I finally felt comfortable being out of New Jersey.  Until then I had missed having the safety and security of knowing that my friends and family were a stone throw away.  I had a preconceived notion that if I were in my precious home state things would be different, I would be getting out more, I would be more "myself."  6 months pregnant and my mom had moved out of state, I still hadn't had many of our friends visit us, we were always the ones traveling, and it finally hit me that THIS was my home.  I was having a baby.  He would be my life.  And how true it is.

Now I sit here not knowing where my husband's job may take us next and I am okay with that.  Of course I have grown to love Connecticut and pray everyday my husband will get a full time offer, but you know what?  It won't be that bad.  I have dreams that if I do have to move, my dad and mom will eventually be there...or I will dangle their grandchildren in front of them until they give in.  But we will survive.

There will always be a part of my heart that lives in NJ though...

Who said Mom's can't be sexy?

Before I got pregnant I was the queen of heels.  I would wear them everyday if I could.  I would not be caught dead wearing flats (that is before ballet flats became fashionable.)  I am 5'1 and felt utterly powerless without heels, that is until I became a mom.  We all know the feeling when we were five months pregnant that wearing heels would just not be a safe bet.  So we wear our flats, it's only temporary right?  Everyone will understand.  Well, no one tells you, that after you have the baby...you'll still be wearing flats.  First it's just the fact that you are "recovering," then it's the fact that you are chasing around your little one on play dates all day...and then the day comes...you try on  your beloved heels.  I am not talking about your average heels, I am talking about drop dead sexy heels, pointy toes and the whole shabang.  You put them on and say to yourself, "you've got to be kidding me?!" 

That is what I said to myself today when I tried this out.  I wanted to feel sexy on my date with my husband, so I put on these fabulous leather heels.  I couldn't even walk for goodness sake!  I didn't take them off though, don't you worry.  I wore them and I worked them...even if I was wobbling. I swear, every time I took a step I felt like I could have just about been walking on stilts.

In the end, it doesn't matter how much you have changed or how much your body has changed in the process of making a family.  When it comes down to it you have to look and see what you have in exchange.  I was complaining to my husband last night about how I would love to look like I used to in my bikini, or in an evening dress...but you know what?  Look what I have, I have an amazing son, and a pretty good body to show after it. I will probably never look like I did when I was in college, but do I really want to?  I wouldn't trade anything for what I have.  And you know what, I don't think my husband would either.

When I came home tonight after our date, I took off my heels and awaited my valentine's day present (we celebrated today.)  I saw a Victoria's Secret bag.  I expected lingerie, but instead I got the most wonderful pj set I could ever imagine.  It is so incredibly comfortable, while at the same time sexy.  I was so impressed with my husband and appreciative to have someone that doesn't mind seeing me in my comfy mom clothes all the time!  So tonight I will relish in having an amazing husband, a beautiful son, and a great life.