Laura

Do you really want to know? Well, alright then. Just remember - you clicked here.

My name is Laura. After two years of dating and a couple months of living in sin, my soon-to-be husband picked me up from work one mid-December afternoon in 1993 in a limo, proposed on the way to the airport, and whisked me off to Las Vegas where we got married the next day in the Chapel of the Bells. He had planned and organized the whole thing all by himself and I didn't have a clue about any of it. It was exactly the kind of wedding I wanted. It was a hoot and completely stress-free.

We spent the majority of our twenties working, trying out various entrepreneurial projects, travelling Southeast Asia for several months at a time, buying a house, selling a house, and convincing ourselves that we never ever wanted children, because, who had the time?

I never realized that my biological clock had an alarm on it. An alarm that would not stop, even after I hit 'snooze' for a couple years.

Hence, the kidlet was born late February 2004 after a 33 hour labour (wait - I was 33 years old - coincidence?), and she was a healthy 8lbs 9oz and 21.5". I had wanted a drug-free birth but man, it HURT and it was taking SO LONG. I'll be writing about my birth story soon now that I can finally think back on it and not get all pissed off and saddened (well, almost). I'll post the link here when it's written.

They let us leave the hospital with nary a clue on what to do. Neither of us had ever been around babies or children much (we were both crappy babysitters as teenagers) so we didn't have a clue as to what we were doing. Thank God for instinct. And the internet. Because those baby books I bought bordered on absolutely useless.

I started this blog in June 2004 because all the cool parents were doing it. Okay, not really. I thought it would be a great way to document the kidlet's childhood (along with the calendars, the hardbound baby book, the baby software, etc.), as I'm only doing this once (read: no more kidlets - the biological clock has been smashed to smithereens) and I want to remember EVERYTHING - the good, the bad and the ugly. I haven't kept a journal in years as I'm too lazy to handwrite everything, so when I stumbled across Typepad, I was in heaven - everything is automatic! and pretty! And now that I've started, I just can't stop.

Some day, when I print this off, the kidlet will have a fabulous book to read of everything she wanted to know (and most likely things she DOESN'T want to know) about her babyhood and later years. Wouldn't it be neat if you had something like that of your own childhood? I'd love it. Sometimes pictures just don't do the memories justice, even if they ARE supposed to be worth 1000 words.

100 Things About Me, if you want to know even more.