"MIA" would pretty-well sum up my blogging existence over the past couple years. And CLEARLY this place needs a serious makeover. Hang in there.
It will happen eventually.
Motherhood has come knocking at my door with full force and has completely taken over my life.
Completely. In every way.
Let me give you a few examples using these mom-isms... to which I, for some reason, have corresponding pictures:
You know you're a new mom when you find it perfectly acceptable to rock the top knot every day of your life.
Even while shopping.
You know you're a new mom when you venture out to find some small tents, excuse me--shirts, to fit over your breastfeeding beauties only to discover that you are loudly wearing "I'm a mom" on your sleeve. Err... crotch.
You know you're a new mom when you have to empty your sim card (twice) because it is filled with hundreds of snap shots of your new obsession that is your child. And it's totally okay.
You know you're a new mom when this...
doesn't even phase you.
You know you're a new mom when reaching a "milestone" no longer means knocking out another "long run" in your training for a half-marathon. But it feels like that and so much more.
You know you're a new mom when "an outing" equates to a 5-hour-long production of gathering every last supply you just might need for the baby (plus a feeding. And diaper change. And clothing change.) only to find that once you finally make it to said location, with your cart packed and ready to go, you've forgotten your wallet. Or phone. Or mind.
Okay, all three.
You know you're a new mom when your boob is nothing more to you than the lifeline to your baby's existence. But you're constantly having to remind yourself that to everyone else... it's still a sexualized boob.
You know you're a new mom when this...
is your greatest accomplishment of the day.
You know you're a new mom when this guy
is no longer referred to as "husband," but "dad." You may even try calling him on the phone by asking Siri to call "Dad" instead of "[husband's actual name]"
You know you're a new mom when you consider "tummy time" an acceptable topic of conversation with your girlfriends.
You know you're a new mom when you take pictures like this
IN PUBLIC!
(Maisey didn't like this. But I obviously did. Look at that smile!!)
Best of all, you know you're a new mom when even after all the crying, and sleepless nights, and pooped on clothes, and spit-up spills, and never-ending piles of laundry, and feelings of loneliness, worthlessness, and loss-of-self... you still can't get enough of this little lump of love that completely relies on you to live.
And that's exactly how it's supposed to be.
Being a mom ain't half bad.
In fact, I think it's my new favorite thing.
