Sometimes my life seems a bit unappreciated, unglamorous, unending. Becoming a mother is like learning how to share in a whole new way. My body, my time, my thoughts, my side of the bed, and most of all my heart. These things no longer belong solely to you once these perfect little creatures enter your life. Stretch marks, perma bulge, it's a packaged deal. I'm coming to accept the fact that without professional help and a fairy godmother, parts of me will never look the same again. I congradulate those mothers who view these new developments as endearing tattoos, proclaiming their nobility to motherhood. I'm always telling my aging mother that "wrinkles and grandbabies go hand in hand, embrace it". So, here's to embracing my new relationship with gravity, and all the other little things that come along with the priveledge of having these beautiful babies!