Cry, Baby

Admittedly, before having a baby, I wasn't much of a baby person. You could say I was more of a doggie person. In the past, I would find a little puppy more appealing than a passing baby. Cause lets all admit it, not ALL babies are cute. But really all puppies are, right?

But now. Now that I'm a mommy and have my little baby pal, I have finally become a "baby" person. Don't get me wrong, I still love puppies and doggies. But now I get it. I get the "baby thing." I find myself much more interested and empathetic to all babies. And when I say empathetic, I mean it.

If I come across a disturbing story about a baby, the waterworks turn on. I was watching Oprah today, and she was collecting pajamas for foster kids, and when they rolled out the pj's, I couldn't control it, the tears came down. I just thought of all the babies in foster care that didn't have any pajamas, and then I thought of our baby and how adorable and comfortable he is in all his pajamas, and my tears just came. I was watching Grey's Anatomy and even the fictional baby storylines get me. I'm a sucker and a basketcase now when it comes to anything baby.

I would say I don't know what is happening to me, but I do. Mommyhood is happening to me. Like Sears, I now have a softer side as well. There you have it, I've revealed my kryptonite - babies and puppies.

Now I am not a crybaby, I just need to go cry, baby. Thank goodness for commas.