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Aug 24, 2008 19:19

I have a baby who thinks I am awesome. Possibly, he loves me more than the dogs do.
He's a month old today. It feels like he's been here a lot longer than that. I think that that is what a month of sleep depravation will do to a girl.
I love him, more than I thought I ever could. He is the most demanding person I've ever met, he has no patience, and he has wicked bad gas.. but I love him so much. Like, I would fight a bear with my teeth to protect him if I had to.
I love the squeeky little sounds he makes. I love the way he's discovered his hands, and how he tried to put everything in his mouth. I love that he sighs and nuzzles into my neck, and that he sleeps like his dad, with his forearm flung over his eyes.

I was so unsure of parenthood. I readily admit I hated every second of being pregnant, and I'm still not impressed by the having to wake up every three hours.. It's really really hard to adjust to having no time to myself, or the lack of spontaneity in my life. Sometimes I miss having Niall to myself.. but I wouldn't change a thing..

(Ok, thats a lie. I'd like if Conor could sleep 5 hours a night again)
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