I'm not telling you my age, but here's a hint: I used to be 39 (six years ago…ugh). I'm married, work with my husband at a company that we own, and USED to write about LIFE, LIBERTY, and my constant PURSUIT OF A SMALLER ASS (with occasional posts about my very opinionated, 83 year old mother). BUT NOW, I need to throw someone else in the mix...because after 22 years of marriage, at the age of 44, SURPRISE! I had a BABY! Holy crap! Shit just got realer than real, y'all.