<br>Hey fellow humans. My name is Shelby and I’m here to talk to you about the awesome life of parenthood. Jk, I’m not a parent yet, (and since you’ve picked up this book, I’m guessing neither are you).<br>I’m a 33 year old someday mom-to-be, of probably 1 or 2 tiny humans, with 4 furbabies and a sexy ass spouse of a whole entire decade.<br>I own a home, a rusty vehicle or two, and a bunch of crap I don’t need. Along with several side hustle ideas that get me basically nowhere but in circles while driving myself a teeny bit nuts.<br>Therefore, I have a lot of reservations about becoming a someday mom-to-be. I lay awake at night staring at ceilings and walls contemplating how I’m supposed to stay on course with my own growth while growing a little nugget inside and outside of me.<br>Since I’ve had so much time to embrace the “me” space (and take over some of the hubs as well), I keep thinking that maybe I’m just too selfish for creating spawn of my own.<br>But then I remember how beautiful this life is and how amazing it is to experience this world and I think about how much more incredible it is to spend with my better half.<br>Which only then leads me to believe that perhaps I am finally ready to throw in the “not-a-parent” towel and make my way into what I deem as “real adulthood.”<br>Life is just too cool to go it alone, so why not bring along little mini me’s to complete the ride? What do you say? Are you in?
