I waited an entire pregnancy to enjoy an entire bottle of beer, only to have a kid who's probably sensitive to it. Goodbye alcohol, coffee, sweet tea, and other yummies I abstained from during pregnancy. (Okay, well sort of).
I finally hit the biggest and best mall in Atlanta, except I've got all my children with me. You know you're a mom when you walk by some of your favorite stores ever (Anthropologie, Bloomingdales, my loves) and don't even really think about trying to go in.
And, I'm wide awake laying next to my soundly sleeping newborn at 3am crying at Serendipity because my entire body is sore. As in really badly sore muscles courtesy of stress and trying to do everything holding a newborn, so much so that I can't even bring my chin to my chest and I'd love for someone to just cut my hamstrings in half because I'm sure that would feel better.
Care to share your ironies today?