So, about a few hours ago I came to the realization that I am now boring. I don't know why I am just now realizing this, but there it is. If you're not talking about diaper rashes, sleep patterns, tummy-time or gas-drops, any spoken exchange with me is worthless. Whatever little social skills I may have had now have been reduced to high-pitched baby talk. Mommy-dom has consumed my life and now reigns supreme.
I was never sociable, but I like to think that I was, maybe, in the smallest bit interesting. At least, I fooled people into thinking I was. Surface-level mystery. That's how I rolled. Now there's no secret. I'm a "mom." And that pretty much sums me up.