Everyday of my life looks like this. 

You know, it's crazy, because I'm not even a "baby person." (Baby person = someone who enjoys babies)  I was always afraid I would brake them. And I was always told, "oh, it'll be different when it's your own." - and I didn't believe them. But alas, they were correct. It is different. MUCH different. 

I thought I would resent my child for keeping me from a prestigious career and freedom...but instead, I WANT to stay inside and do nothing but cuddle her. It's so odd.