Pregnancy...not so bad. How could I complain? This is much worse. I'm happy, I love my boy, just the thought of him makes me giggle and cry at the same time. When he was in the car today screaming as I paid for parking outside the Dr's office, I was so happy I have a little baby, even if he was crying and I was exhausted! It was nice outside, but I owe more of it to love.
On the other hand, the diapers? Omg, I can't wait for that to slow down, but the thought of the next stage, the bigger poops, scares the crap outta me too. I try to stay in the moment, let the moments change instead.
How was I so naive about bf'ing?? Why didn't I take classes on this? I assumed it would be easy, or a skill that required practise, not theory. But had I thought it might divide me from my mom, my friends, my own ideas, I would have looked into it earlier. Why didn't I find a family doc sooner too? Why, why why? I wasn't ready I guess. But now it's here.
