Last First Date

My story begins, likely not much different than most.

Girl born in NY. Raised in a family with a yard and a fence.
2 kids. 2 parents. And many, many pets.
Camp. College. Grad School.
Then came living the single life in NYC.
Doing all the things.
Making all the mistakes.
Having all the fun.
Searching for THE guy through it all.
Never dreamed of the wedding, or the career, or the house, or the family.
But the guy, always the guy.
Definitely didn’t want kids. Life was too fun for that shit.
After 33 years, still no guy. But there were approximately 500 Jdates. Which led me nowhere except to a shitload of incredible stories.
Then, the internet started catching up to me and my need for more dating sites. Match. Zoosk. Coffee Meets Bagel. Eharmony.
And then it happened. OKCupid.
One week week on the site and I met a guy. I started talking to this guy. He loved Phish. I love Phish. He was funny and super, super cute.
He didn’t own a calendar. He asked me on a date for “next Thursday”.
Thursday, was Valentine’s Day.
The last, first date I had, was on Valentine’s Day.
And on that day, I met my husband.
I kind of even knew it then.
That’s where my story begins, but it hardly ends there. That truly was just the beginning…

Author: BexHasBabies

I’m a wife and mom of a four year old and a set of two-year-old twins, (in)fertility warrior, community builder, supporter, friend, connector, counselor, advocate, doula, coach, Licensed Master of Social Work based out of Manhattan. After embarking on my own path to becoming a mother, something in me shifted. My passions, my identity, my purpose all took on new meanings. I realized how lonely it can be for those without community, support, or someone in their corner to guide them. From that moment I realized I wanted to help women setting out on this chapter of their lives-- whether they are struggling with infertility (as I did), pregnancy challenges, miscarriage or infant loss, life as a new mom, or all the spaces in between. I am particularly passionate about normalizing infertility, postpartum challenges, pressures associated with social media, breastfeeding and everyday struggles balancing life with infants and toddlers. I aim to add humor and my own personal reality to these and other parenting topics with the hope that it makes women understand they are not alone. I am in the trenches with you and we’re all just doing our best. My best, your best, is good enough. @itsconceivablebyrebekahrosler

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