Monday, April 20, 2015

Motherhood Is...


Necklace: Gulush Threads (gifted by one of my best friends)
I love having a special piece of jewelry in honor of Presley!

Motherhood is...

Applying make-up at the dining room table while pumping in the morning. #multitasking

Having a crease in your hair from having it in a ponytail for so long.

Discovering another dimension of your marriage.

Perfecting the art of typing with one hand, so you can hold the baby with the other.

Doing everything in your power to resist kissing and squeezing your child so that she won't wake up.

Wearing the same nursing tank top and pajama pants every single weekend.

Feeling proud that you got to take a shower today.

Staring at the baby with your partner while sitting on the couch and then breaking out into laughter at everything she does (because everything she does cute, hilarious and amazing, of course).

Feeling like a spectacular human being (super hero? ha!) for birthing such a perfect baby.

Feeling like the worst, most clueless parent in the world. There is so much to learn.

Losing it, because you spilled freshly pumped breast milk on the kitchen counter. (Literally crying over spilled milk.)

Putting your nose to your baby's mouth when she yawns, because baby breath is made of heaven and rainbows.

Getting odd looks from your partner for doing that.

Hearing phantom cries when you're at work.

Worrying that your baby will pee and poop you out of house and home. So many diaper changes!

Having trouble finding a photo on your iPhone that is not of your baby.

Eating constantly, because breastfeeding is a calorie-burner, y'all! #alwayshungry

Trying to find other things to say at work other than "Oh, my gosh. Last night, Presley did the cutest thing ever."

So much fun!

So much exhaustion.

Playing a constant game of Charades at home to communicate with your partner without waking up the baby.

Never getting to your mug of tea while it's still hot.

Standing on your bed to get the right angle for the perfect photo of your sleeping baby.

Getting so used to baby poop that you giggle and cheer on your baby when she's making a dirty diaper. "Ohhhh! You go, girl. Fill that diaper!"

Realizing that you didn't need nearly as much stuff as you thought you would when you created your baby registry.

A gift.



4 comments:

Jenn said...

Lovely. I feel like my pup equally qualifies for most of these statements. Just call me the crazy dog lady - AKA pup mom. :)

Alana Livingston said...

This was beautiful! I can't wait to be a mom : )

Marie @ Life is a Highway said...

Your list brought back so many memories for me. Ha ha! Beautiful necklace, by the way.

Whitney H said...

That necklace is gorgeous! I can't wait to experience all of this... years from now! hehe ;)