You know you've heard it before. People drop this cliche all the time. As if giving birth suddenly means you develop memory loss regarding your pre-baby life. Well, let me tell ya: I remember 100% what life was like before I had my kid.
I slept. A lot. Like more than I needed to. I distinctly remember Sundays in college when I'd roll out of bed around noon, grab some breakfast/lunch, and then be back down for a 2-hour nap after that. Not only did I sleep, but I slept consecutively, sometimes 10-12 hours. And oh-so-soundly.
I relaxed. A lot. We spent weekends just lazing around the house watching Food Network. I'd get home from work during the week, grab a snack and curl up on the couch to catch up on my soaps. (From that day, not a week ago. I'm always a week or two behind now.)
I went out. An appropriate amount. And drank. More than one beer in a night. And didn't worry about what time I was drinking those beers and how it fits into anyone's feeding schedule or bedtime. And I saw my friends every weekend. And the husband and I went out to dinner and no one had to remember to bring the puffs and a sippy cup.
I remember my pre-baby life vividly. It was great. But it pales in comparison to my post-baby life. I gave up sleep and relaxation the day I had Brooke and I'd do it over again in a heartbeat. Nothing beats this life. Nothing beats hearing the word "Mama" come out of my daughter's mouth. (Note to self: update the blog with the latest and greatest in the world of Brooke, like her new "words" and the fact that she can wave now.) Nothing beats watching her eyes light up when I walk into her room in the morning. Nothing beats her open-mouthed kisses. Nothing. I'm obsessed with this post-baby life.
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