Finn is over two months old and it seems like a lifetime since Brad and I drove to the hospital when I was in labor. Our lives are permanently changed. Everyone tells you that it will, but there is no way to know until you experience it for yourself. For example, it's nearly impossible for me to string a clear coherent series of thoughts together without a serious effort. I have a theory that in the hospital they secretly remove your brain and replace it with a new mom brain. The new mom brain is not all bad. I can now discriminate between a hungry and tired cry. I can determine if a diaper is wet by touch at an eighty percent accuracy rate. And I am thoroughly entertained by an eleven pound cutie pie.
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