I miss some of my maternity clothes. Specifically, my skinny jeans and the Gap shirts I bought five days before going into labor.
Fueling for breastfeeding is an even better excuse than pregnancy to eat all the time.
I think the frowny face Corban makes when he really cries is the cutest thing ever.
OK, his smiles are way cuter than the frowns. I am willing to do just about anything to get him to smile.
Running with a stroller is not as fun as I expected. In fact, it’s quite difficult!
My shirt always has some sort of wet spot on it and I don’t always know how it got there (but safely assume it’s either spit-up, drool, milk or pee).
I miss having the built-in conversation starter and instant bond with strangers that my pregnant belly provided. Now when I go anywhere (without baby in tow) I’m just a regular girl. Not special anymore!
Four consecutive hours of sleep is my current fantasy.
I could sit on the couch smelling Corban’s hair all day long and be perfectly content.
I am addicted to my iPhone while feeding.
During my first week of breastfeeding, it was so painful I actually thought, I’d rather go through labor all over again than have to endure this every two hours. I also cried real tears of agony.
During my second week of breastfeeding I started using a nipple shield and it is the best invention ever. Without it I have no idea how I could have continued.
I don’t miss work — yet, I suppose…
No matter how scary Milwaukee’s anti co-sleeping campaign is, sometimes it’s necessary if you want to get any sleep at all. Responsible parents are capable of safely co-sleeping.
It’s hard to stay focused on burping him when all I want to do is squeeze him and snuggle his soft skin to my cheek.
My hands are practically raw from washing them so often.
I probably wait too long between diaper changes at night.
I would so listen to Rockabye Baby CDs even if I didn’t have a baby.
Every time I put Corban in his bassinet and say a little prayer that he stays asleep, immediately after “Amen” he starts crying. I’m not sure what God is trying to teach me…
Pumping makes me feel like a milk cow, but I also feel really proud of the stash of frozen milk I’ve been able to build up.
Baby toys at this stage are essentially no different than cat toys.
Clean hair is overrated.
It’s amazing how busy you feel even when you go an entire day without leaving the house or even getting dressed.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt as happy as I do now that I’m a mom.