Becoming a millennial mom.

The day Frank was born, was the day I decided my childhood had ended. That's the great thing about being a millennial, we got to stay children longer. Thanks to the economy, my generation got social acceptance about suckling off our parent's teat well into our twenties. Well, there might be the only good thing about the entirety of GWB's presidency.

I spent my 20's childhood, working long hours at menial jobs and attempting to get a college education, but mostly I spent it among friends doing crazy shit, a lot of which I hope my son never finds out about. That's how I got pregnant. I was lucky it didn't happen until my late 20s.

That nine months went by like a whirlwind of life changes. My roommates moved out, my boyfriend took a well-paying job (albeit in another town 5 hours north) and I started my transformation from WomanChild to WomanGrownUp.