Since the arrival of my sweetie–but more specifically, the last one-and-a-half months–I have noticed feats that I’m able to perform, things I’m allowed to get away with, and just general ways in which I’m unlike my pre-motherhood self. The following are some of the changes that have taken place since becoming a mother, and I know there are others amongst me who can relate.
- Before Baby 2.0 I believed I was a rather skilled multi-tasker, but since her arrival I’ve pushed the boundaries of that definition. I can feed her, write a blog post, pop dinner in the oven, and call my mom for advice on how to clear up the baby’s congestion–all in one sitting.
- I’ve discovered that I’m ambidextrous. If my right hand is occupied, I can take down a phone message, eat, work the mouse, etc. with my left hand.
- These breasts are not my own!!!! First of all, gravity is a MF–no more perkiness. And second, they don’t belong to me anymore. Baby’s father calls them the her restaurant, and it’s milk on demand.
- Eight hours of sleep…who needs it? I’ve learned that fours hours is plenty, anything more is just excess.
- I constantly smell of spit-up…it’s my new perfume.
- Occasional boob exposure, and it’s ok…i think (as of yet, no one has complained about my public breastfeeding).
- This last one really tripped me out when I became aware of it at the moment it was occurring. I regularly have lengthy conversations about various cartoon programs. Although Baby is not of cartoon-watching age, I am very familiar with the morning cartoon lineup, as well as the songs that accompany them (because of my niece). A couple of weeks ago, my cousin (who has a 1 year old), my sister and I were all sitting around discussing our favorites (we all agreed on The Backyardigans, Dora the Explorer, and Charlie and Lola), as well as those that annoy us (The Doodlebops and The Wiggles). You should have seen us–analyzing and questioning why Mo from The Doodlebops is so dumb.
So this is my life now–a complete 180 from my previous existence. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
(Oh yeah…and I tend to talk about my daughter a lot. I must remember that not everyone is interested in hearing about how cute she looks in pink, or the details of how she raises her fists to cover her mouth when she laughs.)
5. I constantly smell of spit-up…it’s my new perfume
ok, that made me spit up my orange soda.
Woow. Personal stuff but very universal. Honest. The best thing i would like to see even more on this blog in general is a funnier side of things overlapping the almost whinging side. I guess parents see raising up kids as normal but in such open minded carthaic literature it would be even nicer to have us see the lighter side as well as the “spit-up” side, i.e. balance of this very unique analysis.
thx for the comment Freddy. my posts on this particular blog are usually dictated by my mood. i’ve been experiencing a whirlwind of emotions so you’ll find varying content on here that mirrors those emotions. but you’ll see more humorous stuff because lately i’ve been feeling so free and trying to make certain there’s a lot of laughter in my life.