Grand Parents

I'm going back. Back to work that is. Isn't that grand? No, not really.

One minute I'm real excited, and the next, I want to just cry and weep. Damn this "mommyhood" thing, the guilt just never ends. I already asked the hubby for his patience with me during the next few weeks, since I am painfully preparing and adjusting to a new chapter...leaving baby.

I've been going crazy. I mean obsessive and neurotic! I don't even want to spend time with me lately.

Fortunately, the hubby and I have finally figured out our childcare plans since we're still on the waitlists for our choice daycare centers in the area. Both Grandmas are stepping up to the plate. Thank goodness for them. I really don't know what we would do without them.

I drafted and delivered an extremely detailed document outlining baby's schedule, useful tips and tricks, listing anything and everything one needs to know to take care of baby...The Grandparents read it.

I've been trying to tie up all loose ends and run errands that I actually had over a year to do, and am only doing now since my time is running out...The Grandparents babysat.

I've been supervising and scheduling full-day dress rehearsals with my mom and mom-in-law, transitioning baby, so he gets used to them and they get used to him...The Grandmas did it.

I've been arranging playdates with baby's pals and my fellow stay-at-home mom pals since I'll soon be leaving their brood and become a working-mom again...The Grandmas helped out.

I've been busy making each and every minute with baby count even more, since I will no longer be here with him every second of the day, ugh this is heartbreaking...The Grandmas gave me my space.

I've been having endless, sleepless nights worrying about everything that can go wrong without me here with baby...Can the Grandmas handle it?

I know both of our moms have done this before...clearly, they are great parents.

But great isn't enough for me...I need them to be GRAND Parents.

Baby deserves nothing less.

I'm Hip!

So I try to be a cool mom. You know...keep up with the latest trends, fashion, news and perez hilton headlines...So I'd like to think of myself as pretty hip.

But lately, with the tides of summer fast approaching, I'm afraid I've realized that despite my efforts to be as phat and fabulous as Kimora, I've discovered that even though I'm hip, I'm actually also still...all hip.

You see, even though I've lost my preggo weight, my body is just not the same. And I must face the fact that it never will be. Cause now...I've got hips. I believe they call it child-bearing hips. An annoying lingering friend from my preggo days. Geez, had I known this, I would've flaunted my pre-preggo stomach and waist like no one's business! Cause nowadays, they are on the downlow, much like Beyonce and Jay Z's nuptials.

I've hidden them pretty well, but with swim season coming, it's going to be tough. Today, I went looking for a rash guard. I figure, they're cute, surfer girly and ideal to cover up my post preggo tummy and my new child-bearing hips! But when I tried them on, I still need to get used to my new curves. Cause quite frankly, I didn't have any before, and I sure liked it that way. But as they say...Real women have curves...So I guess I am "real" now.

So bring on the surf - I'm ready, I'm real, and I'm hip!