So here goes...
During my labor, I did NOT become the psycho pregnant woman you heard hollering at the top of her lungs from down the hall. Nope. That was not me. I would never do that.
Today, I did not give my baby son a pacifier five minutes after vowing he'd go the afternoon without it, simply because he stuck out that (absolutely irresistible) lower lip of his.
I am not at the moment foregoing a much-needed nap because I am not completely addicted to blogs (both others and mine). I have not spent the last week reading the entirety of a good friends' blog - like from 2007. Nope, I didn't do that. Because I didn't have other important things to do. I did not read a blog post about contentment and then proceed to fervently covet my friend's gift of contentment, because I have not always struggled with wanting more than I have.
Yesterday I did not pull out the Bumbo seat - designed for babies who can SIT UP and put my newborn in it! Think he's ready? ...Ok, I guess he still has a little room to grow into it!
I did not choose to eat chocolate cream pie for breakfast last week instead of bran cereal, and I definitely did not serve myself an additional helping of my Mom's cheesy lasagna a few days ago, even though the cheese seems to be making me sick because it TASTED SO GOOD! Furthermore, I did not mix up a batch of chocolate chip cookie dough without the eggs just so that I could eat the dough, with absolutely no intention of cooking the cookie dough into cookies. And lastly my husband and I did not spend $9.00 (ridiculous!) on ice cream cones in Manitou Springs last weekend. Oh, and I didn't get any ice cream on Danny either.
I did not laugh when my baby son looked so cute crying.
I did not cry today because he looked so adorable asleep and JUST BECAUSE HE'S MINE.
I didn't catch myself with him in the mirror and ask myself, "Whose is that brown baby? Certainly he couldn't belong to that pale woman!"
I did not step on the scale again hoping it showed a smaller number than this morning and that somehow five more pounds had miraculously shed themselves between 6 a.m. and noon (despite the chocolate cream pie, ice cream, and cookie dough).
I did not rejoice and even brag to my co-workers about 4 the consecutive hours of sleep that I got one night, as if that were a lot. And I'm not still blogging instead of napping like I should. ...and like Danny is...
These are things I would never do. Why not? Because I mostly certainly am NOT a sleep-deprived, crazy woman living the
So sue me. p.s. He's four weeks tomorrow! Who do you think won the resemblance contest?
Personally, I think Alejandro wins, hands down!
