When I found out I was pregnant, I thought that would be the end of “me.” I thought as soon as I had that baby my life would be over. I just knew my taste in music, clothes, maybe even furniture would go out the window. I will admit, I was dreading it. I didn’t want to become a different person. I discovered earlier in life how adverse I was to change, and this was going to be about as different as it could get.

But then I gave birth to that gorgeous little girl, I took her home, and I loved her.

And I realized not much had changed. Yes, I was now responsible for a tiny person, and I wouldn’t get near as much sleep as before, but Mr. Brightside stayed on my playlist. Those camo capris I loved are still in my drawer. And I refuse to buy floral wallpaper. (I’m sorry. I just can‘t do it.)

Now that I’m a mother of three, yes, my taste has changed. Evolved may be the better word. (I would say it’s because I’ve matured, but let’s not lie to ourselves. I’ve grown a little as a person.)

My favorite color is no longer midnight blue. It is now real lime green, a color I used to associate with vomit and gangrene.

I’ve discovered new places to shop. No, I don’t love everything there. (Stilettos with shorty shorts? Really?) But I am branching out to ruffled tops, the color red, and pearls.

And the music, yes, the music has changed. My workout mix is G-rated now with these little ears listening in all the time; there’s less Fergie and more Disney. While many people may not see the fun in dancing to Poor Unfortunate Souls, they have obviously never danced with my kids.

Humans have the amazing ability to go through change, learn, and adapt.

Moral of the story: I had to get over the change, get into a new routine, and get after new goals without losing myself in the process. If I couldn't, I'd get ran over by the rest of them.

And you can't dance if you're getting ran over.