Monday, January 19, 2009
I looked in the mirror and realized- I've become her.
I only wear mismatched sweats with strategically placed wet spots and spit up on them
My hair is always pulled back in a ponytail
I usually don't get around to showering until late-afternoon
It's a great event if I put on make-up.
The bags under my eyes say I need a good 48 hours of sleep.
I look like I'm still 6 months pregnant.
What I didn't realise is that she also:
Would rather watch her baby yawn than the inaguration of a new president.
Doesn't care if the dow dropped 200 points-the only number she cares about is the number of poopy diapers in a day.
Gets excited and congratulates her baby when she successfully spits up all over her.
Never tires of staring at her baby's face
Gets a peace of heaven each time her child falls asleep on her chest
Enjoys changing diapers and washing bottles
Has never been happier