So I quit smoking today.

I made a deal with the hubs that I would quit smoking for her third birthday. She'll be three on Sunday, I figured I'd give myself a two day head start.

So far, so good.

I'm on my six piece of the 4mg nicorette. It's foul. I mean, just absolutely revolting, but it seems to be working.

I know a lot of people in the program who smoke. I think AA is kind of known for smoking. Well, that and the coffee.

(which I never drink because I prefer my coffee to taste like rocket fuel, zing!)

It's hard to say if I really wanted to quit smoking, cause I'm not really sure. But knew it was the right thing to do and it was just time. It's my personal choice that I don't want my daughter to grow up with parents who smoke. Let me say here and now my mom is a terrific mother who has been nothing but wonderful to me always, even when I didn't deserve it, she's my rock, but both she and my father smoked and I have to believe it might have something to o with me picking up my first cig at 14. I'm pretty sure there's some statistic out there that says if you have parents that smoke your one million times more likely to become a smoker. Something like that.

The hubs is an occasional smoker, as in he smokes a couple of cigarettes a day compared to my ten or so. Unlike his very normal cocktail every now and again which is totally cool with me, I've made it known that if I'm quitting, he's quitting. It's very cut and dry, we are a smoke-free house now.

Anyway, I know that if I'm as vigilant about kicking this habit as I have been about my sobriety I should be okay. Ever vigilant. Plus, it'll be nice to not smell like an ashtray, I was always so self-conscience about smelling like smoke. Blegh.

In other news, three years ago today was my due date. It's wild, looking back and thinking of all the things in my life that have changed. Everything. My girl, how awesome she is. She's funny and smart. Stubborn and wild. Hilarious and sweet. She sings her heart out to Green Day and always runs to hide behind the kitchen counter when there's a scary part in one of her shows. She loves babies and is so gentle with them. Her cousin is her best friend, they're so lucky to have one another. I know they'll appreciate that one day when they're no longer whacking each other upside the head. She loves all of our family fiercly and with her whole heart. I don't ever want to forget this. I don't ever want to forget all the gifts sobriety has given me. What a wonderful life we have. I will always be so thankful that I was able to get sober when she was still young enough not to remember my drinking. I hope and pray every day that I can remain so. One day at a time.

Happy Friday, indeed.