Testing. Testing. Is this thing on….

Well. This is it. I am going to start a blog. Today. After two years of saying I would. To be honest probably more like five years of saying I would. BUT THAT IS OK! Because all great journeys begin with one step. Welcome to step one. Who the hell am I? I am a New Mexican transplant that moved to Boston after a whirlwind online romance with my soulmate from childhood, and now we have a baby. I have rants and raves and certified letters that plague my brain and must be put down in type, and this is my forum. Becoming a mom has pissed me off enough (topically so, apparently, as Time Magazine released “Are you Mom Enough?”) at the crystal ball everyone seems to hold and the “JUST WAIT” attitude of what is to come with my child, that I decided to use this forum as a bit of a Mom vent – I think most of us need that – and a place to get out what I think is my amazing wit and humor. You can think otherwise. Screw off if it differs from me. Kidding. I enjoy making people laugh. I like to tell things like I see them – and that does not mean it is the end all absolute truth…but it means it is my truth, and I stand by what I say. I’ve already pissed off lactavists and water birthers alike, and I am happy I didn’t sit in my own placenta water and had an emergency C section, and I still don’t want my naked boob exposed on the train we take into work for all the Quincy druggies to check out.

So, that is me. Cold Coffee Mom is something that I realized happens to us all in the beginning. Somehow, no matter how many times you pour a fresh cup, or nuke the old one, we wind up getting to sit for a second and sip, and it is inevitably cold. I miss hot coffee, and iced coffee would just water down, but I love my son more than I thought was possible for a heart and mind to unite in oogly googly over another human, so I’ll take the coffee cold and I’ll keep the wee guy. I cannot wait to get all up in your face and your heartstrings and under your skin. Thanks for letting me into your living room, your work cube, your Starbucks uncomfy stool. Enjoy. Cause I’m starting already…