I Love Lucy Original Photos Autographed
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Isn't Abby's goofy photo adorable? I could just squeeze those cheeks all day!
People wonder what my expectations are for this pregnancy -- do I think it will be difficult, do I want a girl or a boy, what will delivering in Germany will be like, am I excited, etc. I just roll my eyes because I know that regardless of whatever I expect, things will be the total opposite.
I had no idea what parenting was all about until I became a parent. I thought I knew everything. I read a ton of books, talked to nearly every other parent I knew, and watched Super Nanny religiously. What more can you do?
Just to show you how ridiculous I was, here are some of my "expectations" on parenting:
Expectation: I was not sharing food with my kids because that's just disgusting. No licking off the same ice cream cone for me.
Reality: I am like a momma bird, taking food from my mouth and putting it directly into Abby's. She's returned the favor on more than one occasion. It's just nice to eat food twice.
Expectation: The term "sleeping like a baby" meant something good.
Reality: Infants are horrible sleepers. No good sleep is interrupted every two hours. I want my next kid to sleep like a geriatric with hearing problems.
Expectation: I would hate staying home and count the days until I could work again.
Reality: There is no better job in the world. It's my greatest blessing.
Expectation: The baby weight would leave with the baby.
Reality: Wouldn't that be nice? Half the weight was Reese Peanut butter cups and Coke. You can't push that crud out.
Expectation: Every mother has motherly instincts.
Reality: A lot of that first year is trial and error. Who knew that Abby had an ear infection and wasn't just overly whinny? Not her mom. Good thing she is so patient with me!
Expectation: No means no!
Reality: No means you better hurry up and throw whatever is in your hand before mom gets over here. Put on a cute face and yell, "hugging time." Mommies can't say no to that.
Expectation: Abby was NEVER going to eat junk food because we want to break the cycle of obesity.
Reality: We are actually really, really good at feeding her healthy, balanced and diverse foods. On the flip side, that girl can pound some cake like it's nobody's business. She also knows that Popyees sells macaroni and cheese and Burger King has super yummy fries.
Expectation: I was going to be the only parent that doesn't talk about her kid all day.
Reality: This whole blog is a running commentary about Abby. I'm that annoying mom on so many different levels. Sure there's other stuff I could talk about, but she gives me the best material. There is going to be a book about her someday.
Expectations: Our parents would still care about us.
Reality: It's all about the grand kids! I'm sure my mom will be disappointed this last photo is of me. This is prime Abby space. I've become a vessel for the yet to be seen grand kids of the future. Abby, Abby, Abby -- I am no longer the pack leader, and even the dogs have noticed. They walk on eggshells around Abby but have no problem running me over. It's not like I'm that hard to miss!
Here is the expectation-less new baby bump at 15 weeks. That being said, I expect to get much bigger. Let's hope I'm wrong!
