My baby is going to be three months in three days, so I thought I'd share some of the thoughts I've had during this new experience.
Mom thoughts
Every piece of cloth can double as a burp rag if you only put your mind to it.
As long as I'm nursing, I'll never forget his food.
There's mountain time, pacific time, a few others; and baby time.
I never knew I could shower so fast.
To do list....learn to tie shoe with one hand... And do hair, put on makeup, clean, make bed, cook dinner,....
The world is infested with germs and disease, it's the freaking walking dead out there!
You have never known fear until your baby hasn't pooped for 2 days. You know that's going to be a blow out of epic proportions.
I have a testimony that I know swaddling is true.
What's with his Edward Scissorhands fingernails?? Those babies could kill someone!
He is sleeping in longer intervals. But I can't sleep because I'm worried about why he's still asleep.
Like all moms do, sometimes I think my baby is a genius. Until he has grabbed a fistful of my hair in both hands and is flailing his arms all over. Then I think he's an evil genius.
Baby PJs should never have snaps, only zippers. Who can figure those things out when it's 2 am, you're up for the third time in one night, trying to change a diaper with your eyes half open and your brain still partly in dreamland?
Who knew I'd start having dreams about poopy diapers.
I don't understand how he can be sleeping peacefully on my lap, either leaning against my chest, or against my legs, facing me, and then sharply dive sideways, head first. Does he have a death wish or something?
I'm worried, he's serious all day with mommy, then as soon as daddy gets home, it's all smiles. He's messing with my head.
If I smell like pee or throw up, don't worry. It is pee or throw up.
Hurry lets go I just fed the baby he's happy if we are gonna go we have to go NOW, GO GO GO GO!!!
Nobody questions the diaper bag full of stuff. Before the baby, it would have looked slightly strange, carrying around such a big, full bag. But now, I can carry my bag, full of stuff and nobody questions it.
All I can say about my post pregnant body is thank goodness for stretchy pants of any kind. Yoga. Leggings, elastic waistbands, all my best friends.
Somewhere out there is a new mom who's house is perfectly clean, who is cooking healthy meals for her hubby, who already fits back into her skinny jeans, and who Has d-I-y'd her entire living room decor. But, to quote a popular classic rock artist, it ain't me.
I just need you to think your fist is a food source for like ten more minutes while I finish *insert task*
Am I awake right now?
I can't remember when I last changed his diaper.
His smile is THE MOST AMAZING THING I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE!!!