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Wow. Saturday night and I am putting a second post on the blog.

But, now a proper intro to me and mine.

I am 35. I live in Dallas, TX. I have lived in Florida, California, New York and Texas. I am a Texan. Through and through. People who don't like Texas are nuts. Especially people who are from Texas and move away and don't look back. When I lived in NY and people found out I was from Texas, they had a bajillion questions. Yes, many were about my horse (terrified of them), my ranch (huh?), my lack of accent (again...huh), had I been to Southfork (nope!). But I also got lots of music questions. Many wanted to know how easy it was to find Red Krayola records (hard), how was the Austin scene (snobby), did I like old country (definitely!).

Anyway, point is, I love where I am from. I hope to move away in the next 5 years, but Zac and I both agree that we want to retire and die in Texas! Plus, no matter where we end up, we hope to instill Texas pride into Isaac.

I never thought I'd get married and definitely never imagined kids, but then New Years eve between '99 and '00 came around, I was followed around at a party by a dorky music critic and the rest was history. We made out on the porch, in the car in front of Miller house, in the car in front of Lower Greenville 7-11, back on the porch. That was a friday night. We went out again on Sunday, then again on Wednesday and then he basically moved in. We got engaged on a whim in Spring of 2000. And tied the knot in November of that year.

From the second we were married, I wanted a kid. 2 years later, I got preggo for the first time. Unfortunately, I lost it. There were 2 eggs. Apparently, I wasn’t meant for twins. We started trying again a few months later and on a fabulous road trip from Dallas to the Grand Canyon, LA, and Vegas, we managed to make Isaac. I think he was made in Flagstaff, AZ. Zac thinks it was LA. He just wants to believe that Isaac was conceived in the Argyle hotel. Whatever makes him happy.

My pregnancy was surprisingly difficult. Physically, it was fine. Emotionally, I was a wreck. To sum it up… I was a mean preggo woman. Stupidly, we decided to purchase our first home when I was 5 months pregnant. Wow. Mistake! At a very huge 6 months, I was straddling the bathtub to paint the ceiling. I was ripping wallpaper from the walls and terrorizing everyone within 5 feet. And, for the first 6 months after Isaac was born, I went through a massive depression. If you are going through post partum depression, talk to someone. In full Nikki fashion, I went it alone and never said a word until after it was over. Being in the thick of it, I never really understood what was happening. However, I won’t have another kid. One is enough. Multiple kids are great for others, but I don’t approve for me. I plan on giving Isaac everything. I could never do that for more than 1. I was an only kid and I quite enjoyed it.

I am a graphic designer. My plan is to work as little as possible and spend as much time as possible with my kid. I NEVER wanted to stay home with him full time, but now that he talks and is so much fun, I want to be with him all the freakin’ time. Even when he is driving me nuts and being a total lunatic, I want to be with him. I have panic attacks, but if I just glance at Isaac, I feel better. He works better than any amount of Zanax I could ever ingest!

To be continued…