Mammamamamammamamammamama

You know when you start dating someone, you have those butterflies, things start to heat up, and you find yourself wondering 'when will I hear those three little words'?  I've been feeling like that (minus the butterflies and the heating up) lately.  I carried you around in my uterus for close to 10 months; I birthed you; fed you from my breasts for 15 months (and almost didn't drink during that time); had my hands covered in your vomit and have slept less than I ever have in my life...and STILL, you won't call me Mama.  You said DADA!  What???  Who is this Dada fellow of which you speak??

I swear he knew it was killing me too.  He 'apparently' said it to others when I wasn't around.  He would point at me if you said 'where is mama' but he'd just smile like, 'oh you just wait lady - I'm not quite ready to satisfy your request yet.'

Well, the request has been satisfied.  It's as if he decided that making it through these last few weeks had granted me the right to be called 'mama'.  So now I am.  All the time.  Sort of like Stewie...



God that clip makes me laugh.

So this week I'm mama...in 15 years, I'll be that beyotch who drives him to hockey practice and he pretends not to know.  Say it all you want Will.

**Random Fact - did you know that we get medical coverage to get hypnotized to lose weight???  This is a whole other story...oh and that gerbils have some sort of fear of fear (god the things you learn at all you can eat sushi with the chicks)***