about 5 years ago if you had asked me if I would ever be a mommy figure, I would have told you "no!" Now for some reason I find myself in the adult mommy corner playing a roll that my Masters never ever prepared me for. On a whole it has been easy, I heard the horror stories that manifest from parenting...the sleepless night, the crying baby, the giant butt gift, but so far not a lot of this going on. Sure Nick's diaper equals a WMD on some days but it generally is a cake walk compared to cleaning out the tiny furry creatures litter box of joy. 
As soon as I found I was pregnant, I started consuming books about child rearing and mail brain-makeup. A few days ago I ordered two more resources. I am hoping they offer more insight into what the future holds for Patrick and I. Also, am hoping the second book talks about blowing things up. Things that explode are always fun!
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