I knew I was going to be a crazy first-time Mom before I even had my son. It all started when I was about sixteen weeks pregnant, and begging my husband to let me have a 3D ultrasound...just to find out the sex of the baby. I thought I was doing great with my argument, until my husband asked a very importation question: "Wait, so this would be in place of our 20 week ultrasound?" I couldn't get away with a lie on this one, so I had to admit we would be spending $$$$$ for un unnecessary ultrasound, just because I am too impatient to wait. Needless to say, we never got that 3D ultrasound.
Another big sign was when I rented my own heartbeat monitor. My son was never much of a "mover" in my belly, so every day at some point I was convinced he wasn't moving. I pleaded with my husband to allow me to rent the monitor, convinced him it would benefit us both as it would cut down on the craziness. I won this debate, got my monitor, and maybe used it 2 or 3 times. But...I think just having it made me feel more at ease. Well worth it, even if it went unused most of the time.
Once I had my son, it only got worse. I wanted to order the heartrate monitor to put under the crib matress. I stuffed that pacifier in his mouth whenever possible to cut down on the risk of SIDS (he's > 1 now - yeah!). Any time I woke up (and still do), I had to sneak into his room to watch his little chest rising and falling. When he gets a new vaccination, I watch for that first smile or laugh to tell me it went over smoothly. I won't even talk about the first time we tried peanut butter.
And so it continues...I am a proud, crazy, first-time Mom. I'm sure I'm not the only one.
