Reflecting

Well now that I've had some time to reflect on what has happened these last 2 months, I am so amazed. Going from being miserably huge and pregnant to having sore boobs and feeling tired all the time. I can remember feeling so frustrated my last few weeks of pregnancy, every visit to the OB telling me that this baby was in there for the long haul (I was a "0" in diameter up until the day I delivered). I remember feeling so excited to meet my new baby boy and wondering what and who he'd look like.

And now I have the most beautiful baby boy in the world. He couldn't be more perfect. He's a good eater and sleeper (who could ask for more). He started sleeping through the night last week. Which is great, but no one tells you that YOU are still not sleeping through the night for fear your boobs might explode. He started smiling and laughing a few weeks ago. I've never heard a sweeter sound than hearing my baby "coo" for the first time.

I love being a mom. This is definitely different and nothing like I expected. It's the most natural and awkward thing I've ever done. I'm not as tired as I thought I would be, I didn't think my chest could hurt as much as it has, I never thought a stream of urine could look like the water show at the Belagio, a shower has never felt so good, who knew all my nursing skills and knowledge would go out the window and be completly useless, and I've learned to eat faster than anyone I know. So to sum it up, being a mom is great and I'm adjusting.