Mommy Confessions

I realized today that I haven't written much about the not-so-pretty sides of motherhood today.

I realized this today as I was changing Adrian's diarrhea diaper....while he was still "going"....while he was peeing. The phone was ringing, the baby was screaming, and I was inspired to write about it.  I love my son, but I did NOT love this moment.

Generally, I haven't had a lot to complain about so far with mothering. I really really love it.

Moments like I had today turn my once wistful and romantic visions of cloth diapering into craziness. My $18-$40 diaper would absolutely be thrown in the trash.

I do not love when I walk back into the room to see my boy eating dirt.

I also do not love teething - at all, in any way.

I do not love unwanted, and sometimes mean, advice from other mothers.

I also do not love stretchmarks. Or my "mom" body.

So you think I'm complaining? Maybe...but I think I'm just being real.  I wouldn't trade one single lost hour of sleep, deep purple stretch mark, hair loss, bigger jeans, unbelievably dirty diaper, teething tears, or anything else "not so fun" about motherhood, for this guy: