- I have referred to myself as a "starvin' marvin."
- I have begun to look at everything in my house as dangerous, particularly small objects that can be swallowed and things that are 3 ft or shorter...
- I no longer reserve only spring break as the time I whip out my boobs.
- I am not allowed to go to Target anymore.
- Ditto for "What Women Want Expos" and other such places with fabulous baby bows, tutus, skirts, diaper bags, carseat covers and such.
- I obsessively read every label so I do not mistakenly give my child too much sugar, any milk, honey, etc.
- I now worry far too much about the current state of the world and what is to come.
- I look at small gaps and rough trails and think..."my stroller could fit through that...yeah? right? no?"
- I never leave the house with less than a giant bag, extra blanket, extra food, water, and an assortment of outfits and strollers.
- My right arm is now significantly stronger than my left, and I may be able to now punch someone and hurt them!
- I look at other mothers and have a mutual understanding for what they may be going through.
- Church is no longer a spiritual experience filled with note taking and such. Now it is wrestle, chase and put hand over child's mouth time. I don't know how people do this with more than one.
- I always thought that when I had babies I would have to share my love with them and my husband, but instead my capacity to love has grown and will continue.
- I love to cuddle and snuggle more than I ever thought I would. Paisley is outgrowing this and it makes me sad.
- I never thought I would say it, but I do like nursing and I will miss it when we are done!
- I feel like I am officially part of the club.
So Jon and I were in the ER early last week because Paisley had a 102 degree temperature that would not go away. Of course we waited until midnight to take her in (any earlier just wouldn't have made it a trip to the ER). Anyway, 2:30 AM rolled around and Paisley was fussy from being poked and prodded and Jon was doing something to annoy me and I said, joking "I will fight you! And I will so win because you won't hit a girl!" He turned to me and said "You know, we've been married 5 years...I think at this point I would at least defend myself." "And what in 10 you fight back and at our 50 year we have a fight to the death?!?" We died laughing.