Motherhood is something completely different than I thought it would be. While I was fully prepared for loving my daughter, I really had no idea how intensely I would fall for her. Right now, my body is still going through withdrawal from my hormones, and I find myself tearing up when she makes her unconscious, gassy smiles. Because in my head, she's smiling at me. Not her cute farts feeling so good.
I tear up when I see her sleeping and puckering those tiny little lips. Or when she curls those itty bitty toes around my finger. Those itty bitty toes that are exact miniatures of my feet. Long, monkey toes...
Loving her has come so easily.
There were some things I wasn't prepared for...
-The loneliness of being here with her, 24/7, without friends or time for anything other than feeding, changing, and waiting on her.
-The complete destruction that is my unclean house -- where do I find the time to keep it clean when I'm constantly keeping her from crying?
-My cute purse? I have transferred my wallet and phone to the diaper bag. I don't bother with a purse anymore.
-My boobs are out all the time. I forget that most women dont' just whip out boobs so nonchalantly. Abram loves it though....
-Poop isn't gross anymore. Neither is pee. Even when it's on my hand.
-Time spent cuddling my husband is precious. I took it for granted before.
-Time spent in the shower is precious. I took that for granted before too.
-Pregnancy hormones are awesome. Life without them? Not so much.
-Learning to use every appendage, plus teeth and chin to carry things, pick things up, or hold thngs open while simultaneously holding a baby. All while having stiches in your ass and blood leaking from your cooch. I'm way stronger than I thought.