I've been up since the butt crack of dawn. So far today (and its only 8:30am) I've been peed on, spit up on (in my hair- yuck!), drooled all over, and stuck my finger in poop. Not to mention all the joys that come with nursing a baby...if you've been there, you know what I mean. Its not that I don't love being a mommy- I just don't love all of the grossness that comes with it. The lack of sleep really doesn't bother me anymore. The backaches that come with a 20 pound 5 month old are to be expected- Tylenol takes care of that.
All of these things are outweighed by my baby's HUGE smile when he sees me after waking up, the way he coos and "talks" to me, his cute little giggle, and his fat little belly (gawd I love that little pudgey belly)! He is even cute when he starts to cry and sticks his pouty lip waaay out to let me know he is not happy that I am amused by his obvious distress. I also love how he's figured out how to roll to where he wants to be, especially when he rolls over to me for some cuddles and snuggles. He has got to be the sweetest little boy ever! My favorite part is when he falls asleep on me without a care in the world. Ah, to feel so safe and secure, and loved unconditionally- what a life! If he could just stay little....
I thank God every day for blessing me with a great husband and for giving us such a beautiful, sweet, precious baby boy. I love being a mommy- its the most amazing thing to go from a couple to a family.
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