Confessions

I thought this mothering thing wouldn't be that bad. I mean, I have successfully clothed, bathed, fed, and otherwise taken care of myself for about 10 years, so how much harder could it be to add one more super tiny person into the mix?
The answer: Hard!
I don't really care if my clothes get spit up all over them. . .until it looks like I wet myself on the first day of classes because he spit up down my pant leg.
It isn't that big of a deal if I have to wait to eat because he needs to be fed, clothed, bathed, cradled, loved, and overall just taken care of. . .until I haven't slept at all and so I end up falling asleep before eating and get woken up by him needing the whole routine again.
I am not here to complain. No, I know I signed up for the bad along with the good.
Like the first time he looked into my eyes and smiled.
Or when he makes a milestone of rolling over.
I even find myself getting excited over a poopy diaper. I know this one sounds odd, but when babies are breastfed, they can go longer without one and it makes me really nervous, even though it is totally normal.
On top of all this, there is the need to make and plan dinners, clean the house, lose the baby weight, and have time for myself.
Luckily, I married one of the greatest guys out there (sorry ladies, he's mine). He cooks, he cleans, he rocks our little guy to sleep, and he takes out the trash. If only he could do my homework, I'd be set for life.
Oh, did I forget to mention? My husband and I are both college students. We are attending a wonderful University and have about 2 years each left to our undergraduate degrees. Fun, right?
So, anyways, this blog is going to cover the wonderful joys and tips and tricks I have discovered with our first pancake (Gilmore Girls, season 7).
Have a laugh, please. :D