Ummm hi.  Question for you…and this is not rhetorical, I’m expecting an answer because I am baffled…How in the WORLD did someone, multiple people, I should say, let me leave the hospital with a newborn baby?  I don’t know what I’m doing, and smart people…people who have gone to school for years and years, somehow discharged me and sent me home with a living, breathing human being that I am supposed to keep alive.  WHY did they think that was a good idea?  WHY did they let that happen?  WHY didn’t they make me take a class or get a certification before I became a parent?  For ten amazing days after we left the hospital, my parents stayed with me in Boston to help me take care of this little guy and it was glorious.  While I let my parents take over all the adult responsibilities for the week like cooking, cleaning, and oh yeah, raising my child,  I sat on the couch eating the food they cooked for me and channel surfing between HGTV, Bravo and TLC (by the way…who is excited for the Duggar wedding???)  And then those people, my own parents, decided to leave me on my own with this baby!  Now the doctors and nurses at the hospital might have been fooled into thinking I was a responsible adult, but my own parents should know better!  They need to come back right now and help me!

OK. Rant done.

(But Mom…if you are reading this…I’m serious. You need to come back.  Leo needs you!)

Now I’m going to introduce you to one of the only person that understands my crazy pregnancy/parenting anxiety better than anyone: my beautiful friend and worry buddy Meg.  Meg happens to be Alex’s best friend’s sister, therefore making her Alex’s pseudo-sister.  Although they might bicker like a real brother and sister do, I know for a fact that Alex looks up to Meg to no end. And whenever I am struggling with an issue, his famous line has always been “You should really talk to Meg about this.”  While I’m sure that’s partly because he cannot comprehend my long winded worries, it’s also because I know he thinks highly of her–and so do I!  Thankfully, the stars aligned and somehow Meg and I found out we were pregnant at the exact same time, so lucky for her, Meg had the huge responsibility of trying to calm my nerves on a daily basis.  We must have sent 15 million texts back and forth asking one another, “Is this normal?” or “Did this happen to you?” and after we’d consult the most trust worthy resource of all, Google, our anxiety would ease up…for at least a good 15 minutes.  And now that both of our baby boys are here, I’m sure we’ll continue our crazy questions and worries with one another for at least the next 18 years–and I am so thankful for that!

Meg’s little guy, Tyler, arrived slightly early so I was able to sneak up and see him before Leo was born.  It was a quiet, rainy afternoon and I felt so special to be able to capture a few of these precious little moments between Meg and the baby we waited and worried about together for nine months.

Perfection.

Meg, Tyler is perfect–why were we ever worried? (Ha!) Thanks for being such a good friend.  You make a beautiful mama and I cannot wait to watch your little guy grow up with Leo!  Muah!