My name is Purva Brown and I'm a babyholic. Call it baby-brain, call it what you will. But I've suddenly developed a penchant for all things baby. And not in an insane, third trimester of pregnancy way, but in a sticks around until you die kinda way.
This motherhood thing has changed me in unmentionable ways. I have begun watching Jon and Kate Plus Eight. Yes, kill me. Kill me now.
I have also begun deriving deep meanings from Bombie's actions. I don't see how it would be any different. As perhaps all mothers know, when the being who could barely move its neck whom you brought back from the hospital begins to crawl, your world shifts somewhat. You begin to lose some of your complacence about life. Your life.
Suddenly, this seven and a half pounder has turned eighteen pounds and now demands things to play with and eat. She's no longer content just lying around in wait for the next feeding. She's got opinions you will hear. Even if they're just sounds. And in some cases, she'll scream something that sounds like "IS!" at the top her voice.
Yes, she is! And don't you forget it. Don't get complacent. She is.
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