I feel like I need to take this moment to... just be honest:
Some women are really into the whole mom thing.
And some crazy women even love the whole newborn stage that goes along with it.
My daughter is 7 months and 2 days old, and I can NOW officially say that I love being a mother.
My pregnancy was hard, but not hard enough to damper my excitement of meeting my baby girl.
In my first weeks as a new mom, I'd apologize to Emilia over and over. "I'm so sorry we didn't get you out quick enough." "I'm so sorry I didn't get to hold you for your first 4 hours." "I'm so sorry I suck at breastfeeding." "I'm so sorry I can't carry you down the steps so we can go outside." "I'm so sorry I am eating chocolate again." Guilt. Loads of it.
What a relief.
Preston took us to the zoo, and every time we got to a new exhibit, I would exclaim "I've never seen an elephant before!" "I've never seen a lion before!" He let me go on for awhile until he turned to me kind of laughing and reminded me "Lauren. You are at the zoo. You aren't supposed to see these animals in every day life."