Confessions of a new mom

A preview of my next post- 'Charlie, the super model'

Before Charlie arrived, I thought we were pretty prepared. I didn't expect anything but being sleep-deprived and snuggling a newborn. I thought I was ready to take on the titles of mom, cook, house cleaner, socializer, laundry woman, athlete, well.......pretty much super woman. Instead, reality showed it's lovely face and smacked me right on my booty!

The truth is, sometimes I feel like:

one large boob, udder, couch potato baby feeder,

when Sean walks in the door I want to be fed, bathed, swaddled, and rocked to sleep all while he sings to me, coos, tells me how much he loves me and that I am the cutest thing ever.

I am so excited to get out of the house that I get ready in advance, only to get buckled into the car and hear a juicy explosion from my favorite little passenger and then hungry cries following an emptied little digestive system. We then get unbuckled and head back into the house and decide not to go anywhere because we will be very late to whatever it was.

taking a long walk. After the long walk by body grounds me for the next day. I am grounded because I did too too much.

I get anxious everywhere I go, protecting my baby, while I view everyone as giant germs. After five people have asked to see him, I am ready to go home.

everyone drives way too fast.

Charlie's first vehicle will be a school bus.

I have to go the bathroom five minutes ago. I then am forced to do feel like doing a bathroom dance.

I have forgotten to do something very important, and then in the evening I remember what that thing was. I forgot to brush my teeth.

I wish Sean had boobs udders baby feeders.

wishing for three wishes. All of them being 12 hours of sleep.

a nervous wreck, checking on Charlie's breathing throughout the night.

swear words seem to be extra loud, cigarette smoke is extra strong, and swimsuit models are extra skanky.

I want to protect this little guy from everything and everyone!

Even though I have had unexpected, uncomfortable, nervous, tired, stressful, emotional, anxious, or irritable moments, I wouldn't trade these moments for anything! I would never want to be anyone but a wife and mother. I am in love with these two boys!