Tidbits

Confessions of a new mom:

• I think my baby is cuter than your baby no matter what.
• Sometimes I look at him and I wonder if I can be a good mom and a "cool" mom at the same time.
• I know, without a doubt, that I would sacrifice my life for his in a heartbeat if I needed to.
• Contrary to popular belief, a mother doesn't love every last detail of her child - his poop is the nastiest substance I have ever come across.
• I wonder if I will ever get a chance at a full night's sleep again. If it happens I wonder if I'll be able to enjoy it.
• I look forward to the time when I can have a conversation with him, but I am apprehensive about not having all the answers to his questions.
• I have a small and silly fear that he will be smarter than me. I also hope that's the case, even though I won't like it much at first.
• I still cry on occasion because my body is not my own and won't be again until he's no longer breastfeeding. I mourn the loss of my individual self while I celebrate the arrival of my mother self.
• I get a kick out of picking his little nose when he's got a visible booger.
• I was relieved when the surgeon announced he was a boy at his birth because I thought a boy would be easier... I know how much of a pain in the ass I was as a girl and I dreaded a mini-me.
• I laugh often because his tiny feet smell like adult feet, just tiny.
• Matthew and I joke that he'll grow up to be our total opposite - a jock with no interest in art or literature... and we both secretly harbor a real fear that it might just happen.
• His eyes haven't set their color yet, but I hope they're green like my mom's.
• I want to have another child someday, but I don't know if I can love any other baby like I love this one.