Is it strange if I...
- look at my baby and cry, because I’m overwhelmed by joy just by the mere sight of him...
- experience this fullness in my heart, and instantly feel blissful and content
- feel scared just by the thought of losing sight of him, and instantly miss him the moment I lose sight of him, even when it’s just the short trip to the bathroom
- smile and silently mouth “ka-wa-iiiiiiiiiiiii!!!” at every one of his expression, at every part of his tiny little self, every movement he makes
- constantly worry about his well-being, imagine unlikely situations which makes me paranoid
- get tearful at every touching scene in a movie
- get excited about every little baby fact I read, hear or discover
- enjoy ironing his tiny clothes and plant little kisses while doing the laundry
- cannot stop thinking about bubs 24/7...
- get scared of not having enough love to share if I were to have another baby
