Just stealing a little time right now as Liam and his daddy are still asleep in the bedroom upstairs...

Andy was telling me about this one comedian (comedienne?) on this History Channel special about the History of the Joke who was berated for being selfish once because she was 40 without kids. So if you have already identified that you are just inherently too selfish to have a child, wouldn't it be even more selfish to have one anyway?

I have no problem with people who don't want kids. If you decide not to make one, I absolutely don't think anything less of you. I don't really understand that "anyone who does not have children is selfish" mentality.

I actually did not realize just how selfish I was until Liam came around. It's been challenging forcing myself to give up some TV time to give him my full attention. Or holding him while he sleeps rather than throwing him in the Pack N Play every time so that when he wakes up he knows I am there for him. Things like that. It's still a struggle - I mean, I went from completely living for myself and my husband to taking a little being in who is completely dependent upon us. I expect it to be a process, not an automatic thing. He deserves nothing less than everything I have to give him, and I am getting there.

At the same time, I do believe that there is some sort of balance that you gotta strive to achieve. Giving him 100% also entails keeping up with your own health and sanity. Kind of like those masks on the plane - they say you should secure your own first before you help your child. You have to be at a place mentally and physically to where you CAN give it your all. It just means accepting help, working with your husband so that you can take a short bit of "me" time daily, just doing some general things here and there so that you have maintained your own sense of self amidst the insanity, without allowing yourself to feel any guilt. If you're devoting 23 1/2 hours a day to your child, no one faults you for taking 30 minutes (or more) to do something completely for yourself.

Anyways.

Besides having my incredibly sweet little child in this world with us, here are some things that I am LOVING:

-Being able to see the underside of my belly.
-Shaving my legs without difficulty.
-Sleeping from 11 to 5:30 (thank you, Andy, for doing the midnight feeding) without having to get up to pee once.
-Being able to tie my own shoes without making the choice between having Andy do it for me or crushing my baby's head as I bent down to do it myself.
-Dropping things without crying.
-Walking without a waddle.
-Having only one chin again.
-Wearing my wedding band again (still working on the engagement ring - still a little swollen in the fingers).
-The ability to have a beer with dinner.
-Tums are no longer part of my daily diet.
-The taste of my toothpaste no longer makes me want to puke.

Ahh, the list goes on. I will say that maternity pants are highly underrated. I was able to squeeze into my jeans I think on Day 8, though it was a struggle, and they fit a little better with each day that goes by. I find myself procrastinating going to the bathroom, though, because I have to undo the belt, unbutton the button and unzip the zipper. With maternity pants it's just down and up! Plus, you don't have to wear a belt, so if you are wearing a long, snug shirt, you don't have to choose between your pants falling down and that big old belt-buckle bulge. They should make regular pants with the maternity panel for those kinds of situations.

Anyways, I should probably go use this time to grab me some breakfast. While my pregnancy appetite left much to be desired, I can't say that my current appetite is any better. Better go force-feed!