The Baby Diaries: A Journey from Tequila Shots to Breastmilk

Okay, okay - my last blog was a total cliffhanger . Sorry not sorry. I was actually hiding in the bathroom from my one month old heinously crying and was hit with major mom guilt. Needed to cut it a bit short. After the first test was positive, of course we took 3 more tests, because - statistics? Like the first one being 99.9% accurate was not accurate enough. We were just in total shock. We did the math a bit... It was the first day home from our honeymoon. I calculated back to my last period - definitely a month and 3 days before that, and the test shows as early as 4 weeks. Holy crap, we got pregnant the day I got back from my bachelorette party. (Apparently I really missed him while we were gone. ;) ) The news settled in a bit and immediately Cj was over the moon. For me, it was a different kind of feeling because just 2 months before that I had made the decision to start thinking about   the potential of having a baby and here we are. Trust me, it’s not that I was upset...

You know how some movies start by showing the end of the movie and then work backwards to how they got there? Yea, this is not one of those blogs.  For years I was told the possibility of me having children was highly unlikely due to the structure of my Fallopian tubes. My mother, whom I do not speak to for reason I may dig into a later date (mommy issues), was known to have endometriosis and had to have a full hysterectomy at only 30. Lucky me, the one thing she contributed to my life was some jacked up reproductive organs. Cj & I had discussed the potential of never having children and we were completely okay with the fact that we would be doggie parents for the rest of our lives (I mean seriously, she is the most perfect creature).  We were pretty content in our own little world. We were high school sweethearts, graduated from Purdue, and started our careers. We upgraded from the typical crappy college apartment to an overpriced house in wannabe suburbia and love...