I used to say "sure, one day I'll have kids" thinking it'd be ages down the road, but now I have a son. He's great and I love him, but that doesn't stop me from being absolutely scared shitless. There's so much to do, to remember! Here's my journey of getting to know my son, myself and my new life-- final destination: motherhood-- with the occasional input from Eric, my hubby and Charlie's father.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Memory
My memory still isn't what it was before I got pregnant, and I'm really bummed! I constantly find myself on the cusp of saying something only to have it vanish. And I'm lucky that the diaper bag ends up being a carry all because if I need to find something I can go look there-- 9 times out of 10 it's there. I'm glad that I never forget things to do for Charlie, but would it kill my memory to get it together?
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