I should introduce myself. My name is Amanda and I am a new mom. I am 31 years old (much later in the game than my younger self would have liked, but happy nonetheless), married almost 2 years, and I am an 8th grade English teacher (though, what I do for funsies on my off hours may not all be grammatically flawless. Please don't let typos or fun, made up words give you the sense that you should be attacking my choice of profession. This is a tool to help me keep what little sanity I have in tact, not a vehicle for judgement or hate...).
My husband and I are a middle class couple, he manages a retail store and our combined income keeps us fed and happy. We like to travel, though we don't get to go often or wander as far as we'd like. We've gone to Turks and Caicos (he won that trip on Let's Make a Deal), Santa Barbara, Oakhurst, Chicago, Tahoe, and Mexico (we honeymooned in Riviera Maya). We live in Southern California, but my husband is not a huge fan of the beach (or swimming in the ocean for that matter) or of L.A., so our lives are not like those weird movies full of Palm trees and movie stars.
I've never been much of a writer, not that I couldn't bang out a research paper in college in a few hours flat, but more like I've never enjoyed writing enough to even think about doing it. I've tried to keep diaries and blogs before, but alas, I've sucked royally at keeping them up, so we will see how well I do here.
I am Caucasian and my husband is full blooded Chinese...he's always telling me that's important to people, so I guess it should be included here. I've never understood the reasons for highlighting race ir ethnicity unless it pertained to the conversation at hand. I have been told that this is probably because I grew up in a very well rounded city where I was not part of the majority growing up (it has changed a lot since my childhood years, I'm not sure that can still be said of the area...hm). Because of this, I have been told that I neglect the subject of race more than I should, so I hope I don't ever offend anyone in that way, but please keep in mind that I would never do so on purpose and am always willing to have an open, honest, and polite conversation about how I approach or talk about a subject. On terms of this blog, our cultural differences play into our marriage, my pregnancy, and our family interactions A LOT.
When I started dating my husband I had no idea how different a culture could be. I had dated men who were Cuban, Mexican, African American, General Caucasian, Irish, and Scottish...I have had friends from all walks of life from various corners of the world...yet I had never experienced anything white like the Chinese culture. The ways of greeting each other we're different, the food was different (like...not like anything I had ever eaten, sorry Panda Express...you're not really authentic), the decor was different, the way to address family and friends were different, the holidays were different...he'll, even the calendar was different!!! This has touched a lot of aspects of our relationship, but later you'll see that it really affected the first days with our son...
My husband is a strong man, he's tall (6'4"), and handsome. He has very high functioning Asperger's, and he is the smartest man I have ever met. He is kind and generous, he's the best friend a person can have because he is loyal to a fault, and I love him very much...that being said, neither one of us is without faults. Haha, we are real people with good days and bad, but we love each other dearly and we are happy to make it work.
The reason I have chosen to start writing things down is simple. I have moderate anxiety. I panic, I over think and over analyze everything. I've tried therapy, but I always leave feeling judged and ignored...like they only listened until they felt like they could diagnose and treat, not until they understood me or my perspective...
So, to combat some postpartum depression, and to save my mind and my soul...I've decided to jot some things down. I'm also hoping that my struggles with becoming a new mom and with charting that new course can help someone else who may be having the same struggles...if anyone even reads this. Haha. It may be boring sometimes, funny others, and crazy at times...but this is my journey, and I'm sharing it with you (FYI, my journey is filled with ellipsis -these three dots ...- I don't know why I like them, I just do. I also make other punctuation in triplet when writing casually, so watch out, Grammar Police!!!)...
Here.
We.
Go.
My husband and I are a middle class couple, he manages a retail store and our combined income keeps us fed and happy. We like to travel, though we don't get to go often or wander as far as we'd like. We've gone to Turks and Caicos (he won that trip on Let's Make a Deal), Santa Barbara, Oakhurst, Chicago, Tahoe, and Mexico (we honeymooned in Riviera Maya). We live in Southern California, but my husband is not a huge fan of the beach (or swimming in the ocean for that matter) or of L.A., so our lives are not like those weird movies full of Palm trees and movie stars.
I've never been much of a writer, not that I couldn't bang out a research paper in college in a few hours flat, but more like I've never enjoyed writing enough to even think about doing it. I've tried to keep diaries and blogs before, but alas, I've sucked royally at keeping them up, so we will see how well I do here.
I am Caucasian and my husband is full blooded Chinese...he's always telling me that's important to people, so I guess it should be included here. I've never understood the reasons for highlighting race ir ethnicity unless it pertained to the conversation at hand. I have been told that this is probably because I grew up in a very well rounded city where I was not part of the majority growing up (it has changed a lot since my childhood years, I'm not sure that can still be said of the area...hm). Because of this, I have been told that I neglect the subject of race more than I should, so I hope I don't ever offend anyone in that way, but please keep in mind that I would never do so on purpose and am always willing to have an open, honest, and polite conversation about how I approach or talk about a subject. On terms of this blog, our cultural differences play into our marriage, my pregnancy, and our family interactions A LOT.
When I started dating my husband I had no idea how different a culture could be. I had dated men who were Cuban, Mexican, African American, General Caucasian, Irish, and Scottish...I have had friends from all walks of life from various corners of the world...yet I had never experienced anything white like the Chinese culture. The ways of greeting each other we're different, the food was different (like...not like anything I had ever eaten, sorry Panda Express...you're not really authentic), the decor was different, the way to address family and friends were different, the holidays were different...he'll, even the calendar was different!!! This has touched a lot of aspects of our relationship, but later you'll see that it really affected the first days with our son...
My husband is a strong man, he's tall (6'4"), and handsome. He has very high functioning Asperger's, and he is the smartest man I have ever met. He is kind and generous, he's the best friend a person can have because he is loyal to a fault, and I love him very much...that being said, neither one of us is without faults. Haha, we are real people with good days and bad, but we love each other dearly and we are happy to make it work.
The reason I have chosen to start writing things down is simple. I have moderate anxiety. I panic, I over think and over analyze everything. I've tried therapy, but I always leave feeling judged and ignored...like they only listened until they felt like they could diagnose and treat, not until they understood me or my perspective...
So, to combat some postpartum depression, and to save my mind and my soul...I've decided to jot some things down. I'm also hoping that my struggles with becoming a new mom and with charting that new course can help someone else who may be having the same struggles...if anyone even reads this. Haha. It may be boring sometimes, funny others, and crazy at times...but this is my journey, and I'm sharing it with you (FYI, my journey is filled with ellipsis -these three dots ...- I don't know why I like them, I just do. I also make other punctuation in triplet when writing casually, so watch out, Grammar Police!!!)...
Here.
We.
Go.
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