How did this happen?
I have moments throughout the day when I think, “how did this happen?” I’ll give you a minute to get out all your snarky, dirty answers.
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Seriously though. How did I come to this place with a beautiful baby, smelling of spit up, late night nursing, and gummy smiles? All of the things I dreamed of and imagined are happening. Yep, even the “gross” stuff. How do I own a home? How am I happily married? Who AM I?
It’s so easy to forget how lucky I am in those moments that are less than pleasant. In those moments when I look in the mirror and barely recognize myself because I’m so haggard. When I look down at my stomach, an empty sack, riddled with stretch marks, looking like a biggest loser contestant at weigh in halfway through. But it comes back around. I’m a mom. I am a fucking mom, you guys. I have never wanted to be anything as much or for as long as I’ve wanted this.
I know I am blessed. There are things in my life that I wouldn’t wish on anyone, but without them I wouldn’t be here today, so I can’t complain. I know at some point I’ll take it all for granted, until then I’ll take these overwhelming and massive waves of gratitude.
The Dog Ate My Antidepressants 
Stretch marks are badges of honor! The exhaustion will pass. I look at my girls with wonder and awe everyday because it is unbelievable that they are so wonderful and mine. And yeah, I’m the mummy so I clean up a lot of poop, dry a lot of tears, and do the unpleasant jobs that I wish the housecleaning fairies could do for me. And I get paid in cuddles and giggles and amazing companionship.
What a touching and beautiful photo of father and son! Little Eli is precious and I think you know exactly who you are …… a very lucky woman!