In the past twelve weeks since AG was born….
I no longer use my husband’s name, he is now referred to as daddy.
I can tell you the daytime TV schedule.
I look forward to the Today Show each morning.
My phone is always in my hand with the camera ready to go.
I take hundreds of pictures a week of my child doing the same exact thing.
I don’t know what quite time is anymore.
My vocabulary consists of ooohs and ahhhhs.
I stub my toe at least once a week on one of the many baby contraptions around the house.
I can get more done in a hour than I ever could have before.
It takes me 20 minutes to step foot out of the house and 9 times out of 10 I have to go back because I forgot something.
My new wardrobe consists of leggings and oversized shirts.
I’ll spend more money on name brand things if they’re for the baby. i.e. sunscreen, lotion, gas drops, etc.
I talk about poop more than I ever have before.
I’ve relearned all the nursery rhymes I’ve forgotten over the years.
Getting takeout is considered going out to eat.
I need to make sure I feed my daughter before I can go for a run (for my benefit)….with two sports bras!
I’ve missed sales because it wasn’t worth waking a sleeping baby to go there in time.
I’ve cancelled more plans than I can count because the little one is unpredictable.
I’ve left the house three times forgetting to brush my teeth, gross I know.
If I don’t write it down, chances are I’ll forget it. Hello baby brain.
I haven’t seen 11pm more than a handful of times unless I have a fussy/crying/screaming baby in my arms.
I eat my meals in less than 5 minutes. Unless the baby is sleeping…
Life has definitely changed around here…and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Today, I’m thankful for my daughter. The love that she has brought to my life in unlike any I’ve experienced before. One of the main things I’ve wanted out of life was to be a mom. The reality of it is more than I could have ever imagined.