A New Path

  College is so difficult. And I am seriously nervous about continuing school with my baby boy. I have chosen to be a "stay at home mom" while I do online school. I will probably choose to do so as well when we move to Idaho and I take classes on campus. We'll see how that works out... also nerve wracking to think about.
  Anyway, I have flip flopped what I want to do with school a lot. I've even been guilty of saying that whatever I chose was my "calling in life" and then ditching it the next semester. For real. I know that many people flip flop their major in college. I might even flip flop again. But for right now I've chosen a major that I will pursue this semester: Bachelor's in Exercise Physiology. I'm going to take a foundations Math course and start on the major's required courses right away with HRHP131 which is Health, Recreation and Human Performance: Personal Health and Fitness.
  I will have my hands full this semester. It's stressful to start back with school, but I know that it's what I want to do. I've always wanted to go to college, no matter what.
 
  This week has been crazy. Broc has changed his little routine. Mornings are TOUGH. He eats every hour and poops like 4 times. He constantly cries unless I'm holding him in the morning. He does all this all morning until about noon. Yesterday he did that until 2. Today he did until 11, but it was even crazier than usual. But he's been napping for about 2 1/2 hours, and I am SO grateful. I love my little guy, but I do need to get some things done. Especially since we're planning a short trip to Idaho in a few weeks, and I have to get ready for my next semester. Registering for classes, buying my books, re-evaluating my schedule and routine with Broc to include homework and study time. It's nuts.
  Being a mom is awesome. And it's so great and brings me so much joy that I already kinda want another. (But not happening for a while.) It's created a new path in my life. It's completely altered who I thought I was, and who I want to be. Motherhood has changed me in a ton of ways. I can't believe I'm a mom, and even now I have to look up at my son as he sleeps in his swing and remind myself "That's your son. You're a mom." And I have this little moment of realization, you know? I realize how cool my life is. It's not glorious, and my little apartment often smells like old milk, poop, and spit-up. But I wouldn't have it any other way.
  Another thing: my baby boy is 7 weeks old. He'll be 2 months old this coming saturday, a week from tomorrow. He's getting so big. But at the same time he is so little still. He fits into 3 month sizes or 3-6 month sizes. Oi. This child is gonna be tall.
  That's about it. Just a little update. I love blogging, and I don't want to let it fall into the abyss while I am stressing about school and motherhood.