I mean com'mon. Why do no one bother to tell me about things like postpartum hormonal night sweats?! Seriously. What the dripping pajamas. I had no idea I could wake with such a start and give any stripper a run for her money.
And what about the first time I would leave the house and have to use someone else's bathroom. I wasn't prepared for the feelings of panic as my insides screamed out, 'Where's my peri bottle?! Someone bring me my peri boooooootttllleeeee!!!"
Then there's the sexy, sagging pooch where I used to think I had belly fat. Ha. How I wish I could have that 'fat' pre-baby belly back. Or the grooves in the floor I would create as my life became a pattern of bed, couch, toilet, couch, couch, toilet, couch, couch, couch.
And let's not forget the amazing phenomena that happens when your new hangout spot in the living room becomes a curious museum of 'Things-A-Mother-Needs-But-Never-Puts-Away'. There's the piles of clean and dirty clothes, the roll of toilet paper for nose blowing, an empty lunch bowl, a bottle of baby shampoo from a sponge bath, blankets for hormonal chills, empty mail envelopes, an assortment of chargers, and of course a trash can full of dirty diapers.
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Truth is, even though I miss sleeping straight through the night and I usually feel like a walking milk machine, I love this life we are living right now. I love hearing Husband say in the most genuine way, He is a-doorable! I love going in to pick Emmett up from his naps and cuddling his squishy, newborn body. I love being the one that gets to pray everyday that he grows to love Jesus.
So although we currently have no clean bowls for my most favorite sugary cereal in the morning and my eyes are actually quite droopy at the moment, I am so happy that I get to wake up again tomorrow and hang out with our super cute little dude again.
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Speaking of the little dude. Here are some of my favorite Instagrams from the last couple weeks. . . and some I stole from my mama's feed. You can get your daily dose of #emstagram right here.