Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Baby Steps on the back burner...for now

Last summer, I announced with great excitement that I was going to write an e-book, called "Baby Steps: A New Mom's Guide to Navigating Mommyhood and the Workplace." I sent out a HARO alert to gather information, and met some fascinating women from all over the country who were eager to share their stories. I couldn't wait to get started!

And then...I decided to switch jobs in the fall.

Unfortunately, my new role (though I am deliriously happy) means that the e-book has come to a halt - for now. I have not abandoned the idea, but unfortunately I just haven't had the time available to devote to the project in order to complete it in the way I'd originally envisioned. So, for now, "Baby Steps" is on the back burner.

For those moms out there who have sent me their comments and suggestions, thank you. I think maybe better than anyone, you all can understand how being a working mom means sometimes projects you'd love to tackle have to be put aside (even temporarily). Please stay in touch for updates - you can email me at sarasgraham {at} gmail {dot} com, or simply post a comment here.

Monday, February 8, 2010

It's my birthday, and I'll pass out if I want to.

Last week, I turned 34. In and of itself, that isn't such a big deal: when I think about my life, I am one happy camper, if a bit frazzled at times. (But what working parent isn't a little frazzled? If you can find one, please send her/him my way. I would like to get their autograph and ask her/him to be my mentor.) But I have to admit: 34 sounds very established. Important. And Grown Up.

In any case, a bunch of my co-workers went out to lunch on Friday. The lunch wasn't for me; I was just a willing and happy guest. We all ate, laughed, and enjoyed each other's company. As we were waiting for the bill, I suddenly began to see spots, my hearing faded in and out, and I broke out in a cold sweat. I managed to squeak out, "I think I'm going to faint," before passing out cold in my seat. I'm a little foggy on the details, but my coworkers immediately called my husband, 911, and a waiter to get me some cranberry juice. By the time the EMTs arrived, I was on my second glass of juice and felt like a new woman.

At the doctor's that afternoon, I was happy to learn that my episode (though incredibly embarrassing) was nothing more serious than having gone too long between meals. Low blood pressure + fast metabolism + empty stomach = passing out.

So while I am technically a Grown Up, it took my doctor to say, "You need to eat six times a day" to really shake things up. Who has time to pass out? Snack City, here I come.