Since I’ve made my decision to focus on writing full-time, I have encountered many bumps on this road of WAHM life. I wonder if I’m making the right choice. I’m taking about deadlines, obstacles, and haters and how they’re all pushing and pulling me in different directions.
Month 5 with Baby – I Think I Love My Husband Baby is now five months old! I’m impressed with all the things she can do. Still, I spend nearly every day in shock because I’m used to the newborn stage. Every time she does something new, I think, “Are you advanced or is that just something all babies can do in month 5 of life?” In month 5 I have new perspectives on being a mom. I feel much more positively towards my relationship with my husband. On the other hand, I’m feeling a set of new professional and personal challenges.
International Marriage – My Husband is Japanese I thought I should title this post “Why I Married a Japanese Man” just because it’s a clickbait-y title. Being Japanese, that is something about my husband that he can’t control. I didn’t seek out a Japanese husband, and I would have married him if he were American, Korean, Egyptian, whatever. It sounds so “post racial,” but it’s true. I imagine people would want to know why I married a Japanese guy or there must be people out there wondering how they too could marry a Japanese guy, or could a relationship with a Japanese man and black American woman work. Recently,
10 Years in Japan – From Gaijin Gyaru to Mama It has officially been ten, yes, TEN years that I’ve been living in Japan. Ironically, I am celebrating this very important life milestone from my home state of South Carolina! Then again, it’s perhaps fitting that I come full circle by bringing baby to my home state. As stated in my about me page, I left South Carolina straight out of college with a dream of a life in Japan, and now I’ve returned as a mom having had achieved that dream and many, many, many more. I celebrate this milestone with a blog post about why I chose to
Month 4 with Baby – I Think I Hate My Husband May went by easier than the first three months but gave me a new set of challenges, not to mention my first bout with mastitis. The challenges I’m really talking about are my relationship with my husband and myself. There’s an idea that mommy bloggers sometimes are just too personal, too real –selfies with tired eyes and bed head or proudly showing off their nursing positions and expressed milk. Writing too truthfully about their labor experience, postpartum blues/anger, and sex after baby.