I cannot even begin to explain to you how happy I am that being basic is a thing. Why people didn't think this was a great idea before, I'll never understand. For the sake of this post, I'll go ahead and define basic as your typical Starbucks-drinking, Target-shopping, SUV-driving, messy-hair-wearing, designer bag-carrying, iPhone-toting female. DISCLAIMER: you fit into some, all, or none of the aforementioned criteria, and you can be basic or not, but I think it's hilarious how this accurate little stereotype has gotten to be so widely recognized, be it good or bad. I think it's fabulous.
When I found out I was pregnant with Cole, Matt had just started medical school. We had just gotten married and moved to Spartanburg, and BAM. We weren't planning on having babies until a little further down the road, but hey, God's plan is better than mine. I was a twenty-three-year-old newlywed looking for a job. I wanted to put my BioSci degree to use. Actually, I felt like I had to put it to use. I owed that to my parents who were still paying off my student loans (God bless them for that). Then I got my first big girl job as an insurance agent with BlueCross BlueShield of SC. I would commute to Greenville to sell health insurance while Matt was in school during the day. Salary + commission! YEAH BABY.
I want to take this opportunity to thank everyone that reached out to my family after we lost our sweet James. The Facebook messages, phone calls, texts, letters, voicemails, emails, Instagram comments, flowers, gifts, and visits. All of it. No matter how big or small, I promise everything was received and appreciated. In fact, I don't know how I would have gotten through the first week without having those messages to read. I still haven't gotten to respond to everyone personally, but I am doing my best.
Another welcome distraction that's been getting me through the last few weeks has been residency interviews. Basically an excuse for Matt and I to get away for a night while someone watches the babes, which, for those of you with kids, you know feels similar to (if not better than) when your parents told you you were going to Disney World when you were little. Or maybe that's just me. Either way, it feels pretty great to be able to get away for a little bit with just the husband. At the very least, I can look forward to using the bathroom in peace and going to bed/waking up whenever I decide to. And I don't have to share my food. See these are things that you take for granted before you have children.
[caption id="attachment_337" align="alignright" width="277"] Voting can be exhausting...[/caption] Disclaimer: political views are a touchy subject, and to anyone who happens to read this that has differing opinions than mine, I am sincerely sorry if this offends you. That is not my intention. I respect you as a person, and I respect your opinion and will gladly agree to disagree. We can all be friends here.