About

oxyMOMon: (n. adj.) a combination of contradictory or incongruous attributes in a maternal figure (such as responsible and highly intoxicated); broadly : a mom that is made up of contradictory or incongruous elements.

I grew up in small town called Travelers Rest, in rural South Carolina.  It was both charming and backwards.  My current home is Charlotte, NC and it’s way more indicative of all of the things that are wonderful about the southeast, as opposed to the southern people always on the news with their bra straps showing underneath tube tops and 4-6 total teeth.

Im 34, but I still feel 24 most days.  For dollars, I plan corporate events which means plenty of travel and long hours.  I just found out that I’m “with child,” which I was recently told was a more respectable way to say it than knocked up.  This development obviously means plenty of not travel and long hours.  Should be interesting.

After years of back and forth about adding to our family, and a considerable amount of agonizing over whether or not a child would fundamentally change who I am as a person and how I live, we decided to start trying. This thing is an ongoing comedy of errors, so obviously I got pregnant the VERY FIRST TIME we “made love”…which I was recently told is a more respectable way to say it than raw-dogged.

I guess I’m still 24 year old fertile even though I have creaky knees, for which I’m incredibly grateful (don’t get me wrong), but that leaves me in a bit of an emotional lurch with feeling ready or prepared to own and be repsonsible for a human being.

I’ve decided to take the open/public and (maybe) collaborative approach to figuring out, and assimilating into, this next scary ass chapter.