After pregnancy brain

So..2 months ago I had my wonderful bundle of joy Isaiah. I love him so much it makes my heart almost explode. How is it that I can stare at him all day and not get anything done and never get sick of it? Or smell and kiss his little toes every single time I change him? I love watching him sleep and smelling his breath. I have aready taken a gazillion pictures of him. He is simply wonderful. Perfect. Being a Mom is the best thing I can think of. It makes me in a dream like state 24-7. Life is awesome.

The sleep deprivation IS worth it. So is my fat ass.

My Mom told me to write down the things I do on a daily basis from being so damn tired. So here we go:
1) Got fully naked to shower...or so I thought. NOPE, just kidding. I still had my undies on. Somehow I didn't realize I still had the huge granny panties on that you have to wear. Ew. I can't believe I admitted I wore granny panties. I have no shame.

2) Looked all over my room for the remote....picked up said remote...put it back down...continued to look for the remote.

3) Put my panties on inside out.

4) Stubbed my toes on anything and everything from walking around like a walker from Walking Dead. Can you die and come back to life from sleep deprivation?

5) Feeding Isaiah...put bottle down to burp him...pick up bottle to feed him again..put bottle to his mouth...realize it's the remote.

6) Laugh hysterically for no reason then can't stop. Keep laughing for no reason all alone.

7) Isaiah spits up on me all over my neck, shoulder, and hair. Tell myself I will clean it up when I am done feeding him. Forget. Walk around the rest of the day with crispy vomit hair.

8) Isaiah wakes up in the middle of the night to eat. I get up, get a bottle, open the formula which has a scoop inside it. Go to the drawer, get a spoon, start filling his bottle with the spoon instead of the scoop. Realize I am a dumbass. 

Isaiah laughed for the first time today. It makes everything worth it. I would do this all over again. I love him so much that I just cry sometimes. I get so overwhelmed with happiness and love. You cannot explain the love you have for a child to someone else unless they have one of their own. Someone without kids just wouldn't understand.

Here is a picture of me and Isaiah. My Bubba Gump.