I sit and think.

I have a lot of labels: daughter, sister, wife, friend, co-worker, peep, and now mother.

That last one makes me raise an eyebrow. How can it be? I always thought I was the girl who would never become a mom. I'm not sure why I ever thought that...I don't even think the thought originated from me. Maybe it was a perception.


I sit here as he's sleeping in his crib always with one ear listening for a cry or some other strange noise that would make me stop what I'm doing and check on him. Never have I been so attentive. Where did this new person come from?

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