I'm a huge fan of Storked,and here's why: Like Chrissy,I became a single mom in my mid-20s.Also like Chrissy,my ex isn't in the picture.Not long after giving birth to my daughter,Mae,I left my job in publishing in Manhattan and trekked back to California to be closer to family.Aha!So did Chrissy...well to NJ.
It wasn't long after Mae's first birthday passed that friends started to ask (as they've done to Chrissy): "So,when are you going to get back out there?" As in date?I thought they had to be kidding.Not only was I a twenty-eight-year-old single mom (Chrissy is 27) whose clothes had stains I'd never actually scrub out--but I breastfed.How in the world could I even think about dating when my cha-chas were making milk?
Still,months passed and one of my girlfriends wanted to set me up on a blind date.
I want to date,but I can't,I said
I'm nursing,I said.
"So?" she said.
What would I wear?I huffed.
"A nursing bra?"
The following Friday,I dashed out the door to meet her lawyer-friend.When I got to the bar,he waved.He had a receding hairline.I had the jitters.Still,he did the right thing: He asked if I had a photo of my daughter,and when I pulled one from my wallet,he used the word "Adorable."
She is,I said.I'm late because I was nursing her before bed.
"You were nursing her?" he asked.
That's when I noticed the sparkle in his eyes.Maybe I'd misread.But no.
"A woman who's lactating!" he said way too loudly..."What a turn on!"
I waited for the punch line,but he was not joking.Why did I tell him that I was breastfeeding?I should have been wearing a soft muzzle.From reading Chrissy's blog,I know that she,too,has a way of blurting out the truth--and then second guessing herself.
Do you ever catch yourself being TOO honest?Have you ever said something and wished you could go back?
Learn more about Rachel and her book,Single Mom Seeking,here.