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Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Motherhood: What I’ve learned 7 months in

Motherhood: What I’ve learned 7 months in

I’ve been a mom for 7 months. Hard to believe. Here is what I’ve learned so far.
Making mom friends is a lot like dating and harder than expected.  I’ve met plenty of super great women with kids who I adore but have yet to find one that I can call on a regular basis just to chat or meet for coffee and a play date. It’s almost like dating. Do I call her and try to set something up? Will that seem too stalkerish? Why hasn’t she asked for my number? Does she hate me? It’s stressful, like dating, and makes me focus on all my flaws, like dating.
You realize how much your friends and family mean to you. And isn’t it amazing how much they love your kid? Means more than I ever imagine.
You know what restaurants have baby changing stations. Those places that do are the ones we frequent the most. 
*Poop is funny until the baby starts on solids. Not so funny anymore. 
You see a different side to your spouse. That I’m a parent now side. 
Your body is no longer yours. In fact, while it’s still important to stay fit and healthy, I’m not that crazy about looking at the scale anymore.  
Baby food still makes my stomach turn. Even if I’m the one who made it. The consistency just grosses me out.
Your child can do no wrong. Biting, scratching, hitting, kicking, tossing food doesn’t matter what she does. You’ll still forget what she did to piss you off the second she smiles. Well played, Brynna.
* Nursing isn’t that bad. In fact it’s kind of awesome.
You have a new found respect for your parents. I’m still amazed at how my mom managed to raise me as a single full time working mom. Yay parents! 
Yo Gabba Gabba is pretty awesome.  And so is Elmo. Television does serve as a distraction at times. Hey, if watching some Blues Clues means I can eat a warm meal, then I’m all about it. 
*Supermom is a nice title but so is plain old, Mom. What the heck is a “supermom” anyways? Sounds exhausting. 
I can be lazy when it comes to getting dressed. I have to start putting in some effort when it comes to dressing up.  I feel it when I slip on some flip flops or my running shoes. I see it when I throw a sweatshirt over a nursing cami or worse – when I go out in public in a nursing cami and old jeans. And no matter what, I always ignore that voice in my head that reminds me that I swore to try and dress up a little bit when going out in public cause I always come back home feeling almost embarrassed at how I dressed in comparison to other moms and women, period. It just seems so exhausting. By the time I’ve picked out an outfit (one that I can nurse in, which limits my wardrobe considerably) and put on my makeup, either I get distracted by something that needs to be done or it’s just too hot and it’s too time consuming to blow dry my hair. And since my hair isn’t done why bother putting on cute shoes? And, oh, crap, porkchop just jumped up on my lap and left dirt on my skinny jeans, which means I have to change again. Forget it, yoga pants it is. Laziness. It’s what it come down too. I need to work on that.
Brynna will meet all her milestones so I need to stop Googling “Baby Stages of Development.”
One day I won’t forget something at home. Okay, packing a diaper bag requires planning (at least it does for me) as I’ve been known to forget things in the past. For instance, I met some friends last night and forgot to pack solid food for Brynna. The night ended early. Thinking about what to pack keeps me up some nights, especially before we leave on an extended trip i.e. a day, one day, at SeaWorld. I  tend to go down a checklist to ensure I’m packing enough bottles/food/diapers/clothes etc. Usually one thing is forgotten at home. 
Becoming a mom was the best thing that ever happened to me.