Designers and Diapers.

How the two coexist – I am on a journey to find out.

Up to this point in life, I’ve come to know my roles fairly well. Born in Brazil, inspired by a family of artists, I developed a passion for creativity from the start. Legend has it that on a five-hour car trip in the back seat of an old station wagon as an infant I managed to entertain myself the entire ride with a single piece of red string – point, line, plane. Since then the love of all things creative has led me to become an architect, illustrator, photographer, graphic artist and on occasion, even a world-renowned experimental chef. Funny how fast those kitchen disaster stories spread.

Just over five years ago I blissfully added the role of wife. Although not fully prepared for the job at the start, I’d say we’ve come a long way. We had our share of tense moments in the beginning as a very spoiled and self-reliant female and Scrooge McDuck worked to merge lifestyles – from battling over whether or not designer lingerie should be considered a necessity to why organic milk with the happy cow on the label was non-negotiable. But we did manage to forge a harmonious balance and now married life couldn’t be sweeter. By the way, Target is having a great sale on panties this week.

At the start, we decided to wait five long years to begin trying for a family. I have to admit that I was never the mommy-wannabe type. I didn’t role-play with dolls or relish babysitting – in fact I avoided that job like the plague. I hadn’t spent much time thinking of being a mom, but I knew it was something I wanted in the future. Year two came around and suddenly, I felt my heart ticking. Did I completely understand where I was headed? Absolutely not. It just started to seem ever more logical. Patience persevered and a few months before our fifth anniversary, we decided to take the plunge and start trying. We were in no rush. Even the doctor told us it could take almost a year for a perfectly healthy couple to conceive.

Thirty days later – welcome to parenthood. Not exactly the romantic era my McScrooge had in mind, but bye bye slim fit and hello stretchy jeans.

Although the pregnancy itself went ever so smooth, preparing to be a mom was somewhat like learning a foreign language. Just walking down the infant aisle was like trying to find your stop on a Japanese subway map. Almost every object looked foreign. And what exactly am I supposed to do with that?

Enter a world where there are ever more questions than answers. How many diapers does a baby go through in a week? Evidently, it’s more than one or two a day. Better rethink that budget line. And exactly how often do you breastfeed the first few months? Not even poor ole’ Bessy could keep up with you there. It looks like we’re in for quite a ride and as the excitement builds you have to wonder – ready for the role of mom?

Well… bring it on.