How Does Becoming a Mom Change Your Life?
By Stephanie Blum
Originally published in Parents Magazine
When I was pregnant with my first child, my friends with kids warned me, “Your life is never going to be the same!” But it wasn’t until after Noah was born that I fully understood what those words meant.
Here’s how things really change when you become a mom:
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After Kids |
- You can sleep as late as you want.
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- You can’t even sleep through the night.
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- You visit the doctor for an occasional check-up.
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- You rush to the doctor whenever your baby isn’t blinking often enough.
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- You’re thrilled to have a rainy day to relax, watch a movie and doze on the couch.
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- You dread rainy days because if you’re forced to watch Barney’s Birthday Surprise one more time, you’ll open fire.
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- You spend time engaged in intellectually stimulating conversations with colleagues.
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- You spend time trying to get your kid to stop picking his nose in public.
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- You slip lipstick and a credit card into your Prada handbag on your way out to the mall.
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- You stuff diapers, sippy cups, crayons, Band-Aids and a bottle of Valium into a diaper bag on your way out to the playground.
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- The kitchen floor is so clean you can eat off it.
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- You can eat off the kitchen floor because there’s food all over it.
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- You and your husband consistently enjoy hot sex.
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- You and your husband occasionally enjoy a hot meal.
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- You coordinate the perfect outfit for a night out dancing.
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- You grab something from the laundry basket and hope that no one at the puppet show will notice the breast-milk stain.
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- You enjoy long, hot showers while you shave your legs and smooth on some kiwi scented body gel.
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- You’re lucky if you can throw on some deodorant and call it a day.
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- You get overly excited when you find the perfect pair of Manolo Blahniks.
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- You get overly excited when you find the last Sponge Bob backpack.
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- You dine on low-carb lunches at trendy restaurants.
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- You wolf down someone else’s pizza at Chuck E. Cheese’s.
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- You’re satisfied when you finish a great book.
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- You can’t remember how to finish a simple thought.
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But when all is said and done, your idea of bliss is tucking the little love of your life into bed each night.