Half of the population can likely relate to the words I type. (Incidentally, the other half stares as a deer in the headlights and wonders what the hell we're whining about.) Most, or dare I claim all women find that they start suffer from an identity crisis after having children. Gone are the independent lives we once lead. We morph in hopes of going from mommy to employee to wife seamlessly. We change hats, again and again, and slowly all identities start to fade into one another.



Looking back, I find that the culmination of this process came when I found out at 6 weeks that my husband and I were expecting. That was the proverbial brick wall. The realization that everything was about to change and it started immediately. I would now have to forgo my standard Venti brew at Starbucks for all things decaffeinated. No more casual glasses of wine at dinner parties. I was now highly sought after to attend events with people as I was THE designated, designated driver. "How's it going?" slowly turned into "How are you feeling?" with the head tilt and concerned look. Suddenly I was too fragile to hold an empty cardboard box and people treated me like a fine piece of china. All very sweet, but my pre-pregnant self never would have gotten this sort of treatment, much less accepted it...which began the whole process of changing my perspective on every solitary action taken. I used to half-heartedly joke with my husband that I had at 6 weeks into my pregnancy I became a mommy...having to stop thinking about myself and change the focus to the little being growing in my belly. He, on the other hand, had the luxury of 34 weeks to ease into the roll of daddy.



The day to day quirks of constantly redefining who "me" is the focus of The Stroller Chronicles.