Short Change

Figuring This Mommy Thing Out

Babies. I had one. It was actually really easy. Don’t hate. I’m figuring this mommy thing out. I sleep when the baby sleeps. I enjoy my naps. I freak out taking a shower when it’s just the two of us at home. I know her change me cry is different from her feed me cry. I know her I’m sleep cry and I still haven’t figured out why she can sleep all day with noise and light, but can’t sleep through the night. I feel bad for our cat. I feel bad for my husband. I wish I had more to contribute monetarily. I feel like I’ll be a good mom. I’m scared out of my mind that I won’t. All in all, I like my life. I’ll like it better when the baby and I can share a cup of coffee and make fun her dad, but I’m enjoying her smiles and giggles right now. Living in the now. Figuring this mommy thing out.

Every couple is like this right?

Regarding picking up my guy from the airport tonight:

me: terminal 1, what time?

my guy: same time as normal. i’m checking a bag so it will account for the 15 min difference in flights

me: checking a bag?

my guy: yes

me: why?

my guy: because i have something in it that i can’t carry on

me: oh. and you’re not going to tell me what it is. is it a monkey? is it a midget? you have to check those now.

my guy: funny

Alright, Magen’s using tumblr and since she’s one of the original cool kids from back in the day, so I’m copying her as usual. I’m even turning into a flake like her. I keep telling everyone I’m coming home, I’m coming home…then something happens and I don’t. So I get the flakiness thing. But if she jumped off a bridge, I wouldn’t copy her. I’m not a sheep.