Midnight gas station runs for pickles to keep a 8 month pregnant mom to be happy.
Taking out loans for diapers and formula.
Losing the freedom to go anywhere without a sitter.
Waking up to a complete mess in the kitchen, dining room, living room….well, any room that he’s been in.
Driving around with plastic taped to my car window because of a rock and a tennis racket.
Buying everything at Walmart that’s less than a dollar because….well, it’s less than a dollar.
Being able to see me as I might have been 25 years ago.
Coming home after a hard days work to hear “Dad’s home.”
Yes, I did……
HAVE A SON FOR THIS.
Us Girls..Our Views 
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Stacey Derbinshire
I really like this post!
I could almost hear it coming out of my husband’s head. He insists the whole kid thing must have been my idea 😉
He wouldn’t change it for the world…most days anyway…
Jen
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