I can't remember the last time I got a good night's sleep.
I talk about poop way too much.
A daily shower isn't a high priority.
My legs are never fully shaved.
If you see me two days in a row, I'll probably still be wearing the same clothes.
Whatever I'm wearing will probably have some sort of baby-related stain on it.
My hair is always a mess.
Leaving my house requires an intense amount of planning and packing.
If I do manage to both shower and leave my house on the same day, I feel incredibly productive.
I often have no idea what's going on in the world.
When I do hear about terrible things happening in the world, it breaks my heart a million times more than it used to.
If I were suddenly stranded on a deserted island, the contents of my massive mom purse could keep me alive for weeks.
I have thousands upon thousands of pictures of my baby on my phone, but I can't bear to delete any of them... even the ones where she's in no way cooperating with the camera.
I post an obnoxious amount of aforementioned pictures online.
Whenever I cross one thing off my to-do list, I end up adding two more.
I am incapable of going to Target without buying something totally unnecessary for the baby.
Amazon Prime is both extremely helpful and incredibly dangerous to me.
I'm never not worried about something.
I've reached a level of tiredness I would not previously have believed compatible with human life.
I'm happier than I ever thought possible.