Since my son’s arrival I’ve been surprised by...
... how much I’m physically affected by the sound of his cry.
... feelings of grief over my loss of time, freedom, sleep and pre-pregnancy body (I’m sure, for example, that I used to have a bottom).
... how quickly this year has flown by.
... how loud everything sounds when you’re desperate not to wake your baby.
... how completely I love him and how powerfully I desire to protect him.
... how little time passed between me declaring that I would watch and enjoy every single second of the video I was filming and me fast-forwarding through almost 40 minutes of my son eating various fruits and vegetables for the first time.
... patience levels way beyond what I thought I was capable of.
... the number of times I’ve wished my husband had breasts.
To name just a few.
(Sorry about the formatting, apparently blogger does not like lists.)
ha ha, dare I ask why you wish your husband had breasts? I assume it has nothing to do with breast feeding and everything to do with a fetish you've got going on?
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