Iâ€™m not new to the mom thing. Iâ€™ve had one for 25 years now.
Acting as a mom to someone else, however, is totally foreign to me.
My name is Katie and my first child is due Sept. 25. Iâ€™m hoping heâ€™ll hang in there until, oh, his high school graduation, but if thereâ€™s anything Iâ€™ve learned about my life, itâ€™s that I rarely get what I want.
I moved to Jamestown three years ago for a chance to wet my pointy-toed shoes at a small-town newspaper perfect for a reporter looking to climb the journalism ladder. I graduated from Creighton University in Omaha, Neb., after living there my entire memorable life.
I moved to Jamestown with every intention of not staying. I almost didnâ€™t buy a Christmas tree that first winter, figuring Iâ€™d just have to pack it in a moving van a few months later.
The first winter wasnâ€™t so bad â€” my car started every morning and I avoided getting stuck in snow three feet deep.
The second winter felt like frozen hell.
I lost count of how many times I needed a tow truck to break free from Mother Natureâ€™s clutches. All I remember is my car insuranceâ€™s road side assistance program later dropped me.
That was 2009.
Every true North Dakotan knows what happened next.
Months later, I was still wearing inappropriately pointy shoes and visiting towns whose populations were so small, they could fit in my high schoolâ€™s choir classroom. Despite my daftness to rural areas, the lifestyles of people who live there and North Dakota in general, rural residents took me into their homes to show me where the water marked their living rooms, their kitchens and their livelihoods.
Without a drop of water in my basement apartment, the flood of 2009 marked my life too.
My changes, however, arenâ€™t eligible for disaster funding. In fact, Iâ€™m pretty sure I owe someone else for the gifts the James River sent me.
I met my husband.
Flooded out of his apartment and left homeless, my husband was supposed to be my star interview. He was someone I could write stories about for years, someone whoâ€™d forever voice the troubles and anxieties of flood victims in the Jamestown area and someone who surely would win me many awards come contest time.
That never happened.
Instead, life did.
I never published a word of his affairs for The Jamestown Sun, save our engagement announcement last spring.
Together, we live on his family farm and are expecting a beautiful baby boy. Thatâ€™s what this blog is all about: babies, parenting, children and how to manage, survive and hopefully enjoy them.
Itâ€™s not just about me. Itâ€™s about all of you and I hope you join me on this adventure. I have no idea where it will lead, and life experiences have taught me not to guess. You want to see God laugh? my husband asks. Plan.
Nothing is truer for me.
So while this blog has a few guidelines, it has no rules. Iâ€™m hoping you help me determine what to write and how frequently. I also hope you do some writing too. Questions, comments, concerns and even guest blogging are all welcome here. Ask and you shall receive.
Iâ€™ll use my reporting skills to find information useful to me and parents like myself, but I hope you use your expertise to teach the rest of us. What do you know? Health care? Day care? How to boil macaroni and nurse triplets at the same time? Let us know.
I may be this blogâ€™s author, but Iâ€™m by no means its expert.
Like I said, Iâ€™m not new to this mom thing, but something tells me itâ€™s not at all what I expect.