I am a 32-year-old dietitian turned stay-at-home mom living in Minneapolis. I am married to "Husband", who does fancy medical-industry business things with his MBA. I'm oh so weary of calling him Husband on this blog, but dude's name is way too Google-able. Our daughter, Arabella, was born on May 27, 2009. Our son, Oliver, was born July 1, 2011. Read all about how I birthed them out while making noises fit for a barnyard goat here: Bella's Birth Story and Oliver's Birth Story. We also have too many cats: Toonses (my first born who will come running to me when I sing Maria from West Side Story), Stevie (the blind, cleft-palated one), and Midgie (a bundle of Maine Coon joy). I try to avoid ever specifically mentioning how many cats we have to people that I've just met. I also let that information unfold naturally - if at all - when guests visit for the first time. So my three-cat-situation is on a need-to-know basis. Indeed.
I was born in Schenectedy, NY, but grew up in Fargo, ND. That's right: FARGO. I moved to Minneapolis in 1998 to go to school at the University of Minnesota and have been here ever since. Interestingly, Husband also moved to Minneapolis in 1998, but our paths wouldn't cross for another six years. Even more interestingly, Husband was born in India, but grew up in Virginia. When he talks to his high school friends he is suddenly full of "Well, sheeeet" and "Gah-dayum!". When I talk to my high school friends I'm suddenly full of, "Oooooooh noooooooo!" and "Yah, yah, you betcha!". Not really on the "You betcha". The long 'o' situation, however? That's the truth, yo.
I met Husband in 2004 when we were working in separate labs at a hospital. We liked to say we were on the accelerated plan as it took about 3 dates to realize we would be together for the rest of our lives. We spent a year living in sin before getting married in Mexico on December 8, 2007. You can read our love story here. It's not detailed at all.
I blog mostly about babies and boobies. I make sure to post unflattering pictures of Husband on a regular basis, but avoid doing the same for myself. This is OK because Husband has higher self-esteem than I do. I'm kind of a hippie, but I also can be a good American consumer when I put my mind to it. Sushi and books are life blood. I eat dessert on a VERY regular basis. Speaking of regular, I've been constipated exactly once in my life. (That last one was just for fun! And wasn't it? Fun, I mean?)
So that's me. If you ever feel so compelled, you should leave a comment because I LOVE COMMENTS. They keep The Mothership afloat. (See lower self-esteem issues in paragraph 4, sentence 3.)