I stand corrected.
Here are three examples of how your brain changes after you become pregnant and give birth.
I used to think kid’s artwork was pretty horrible. Don’t get me wrong I would play the game and tell the parent how cute it was, blah blah, but in my head I was thinking it looked like the kid swallowed glue and glitter and threw it up on a piece of construction paper.
And then it happened: I was handed Little Miss P’s first piece of artwork she did at daycare. My heart melted. It was the most beautiful art I had ever seen. I couldn’t stop staring at it. I cherished it. I kept picturing her with a big smile on her face enjoying this new feeling of (kid-friendly, non-toxic) paint on her hands and the freedom to put it wherever she pleased. I could see her fun and joy in each smear. I loved knowing she had this new experience. For me it represented her own little act of independence.
I used to be annoyed by ultrasound pictures. Pre-P I would go over to people’s homes that were expecting and spy that little ultrasound picture up on the refrigerator. I thought this was really dumb. Why the hell would you display a picture if you can’t tell butt from head? And then it happened: I got my first ultrasound picture. I was so damn proud of that thing. I cut them out and mailed them to my entire family. I brought one to work to show my co-workers. I even put one (yup, you guessed it) right on the fridge. I would make cheesy comments to my husband like “ohhhh she has your nose or ohhhh would you look at that I think she has my hands.”
I’m just gonna go ahead and put this one out there. I liked the smell of my daughters poop. Like, not only didn’t
but actually liked it. It smelled like buttered popcorn. Don’t knock it until you try it. Mark my words: Your own baby’s poop does not smell bad.
PS: Once solid foods are introduced… we’ve got a whole different ballgame folks.