Baby Spit Up...is my nose blocked up?

Here's the funny thing. When you're a mom, nothing phases you. Nothing. Well, almost nothing. Maybe blood. That phases me. That makes me go into freak out mode. But I digress.... your baby could spit up on you and you won't even balk. It could be that he say...spit up on your face...that's a good example..yeah, he spit up on your face and you you you you didn't even bat an eye. You looked around for the nearest diaper rag or thin blanket and couldn't find one. So maybe there was enough spit up, that it caused you to rip the pants off your very child and use that as a rag to wipe everything up. All the while, never causing yourself to heave or anything, never getting sick at the sight or smell because well, you are woman! You can't let a simple thing like thick spit up get in the way of life or progress. It got me to thinking, does anything gross me out anymore (besides blood)? No, not really. Your baby could be drooling and you could wipe it with your bare hand and alas, you have nothing else to transfer the 'drool' to (again no diaper rag) so you look around, make sure no one is looking and wipe it on your pants (maybe; as an example.... uh hum, only an example I would NEVER do such a thing :) )
Nothing gets me. He can slobber all over my face in an wonderful effort to kiss me and I absoulutely love it. Slobber? I'm sure that anyone watching might be thinking that it's absolutely disgusting and I must admit if I were watching such a thing, I'd probably be thinking the same thing if I were not a mamma. You have to be a mamma to even a smidgen understand this.

It could stink, it could be thick and puddingy, it could have large food chunks in it, but it does not make the stomach of a mamma turn. Makes me think that all mamma's have noses that are all blocked off or a gene that helps the nose accept those more uh lets say revolting things in life.

I love my little baby. He is the sun the moon the stars to me. He is so happy. So so happy. Such a sweet little chunky little happy little healthy boy. Always smiling, always looking, always alert, happy soul. I know Lucas is in there. I just know it. Give me that. Let me think it, believe it. Humor me. Pacify me. I have this gift of him. I love his smelly spit up. :) I love his laugh. I love it all.

Tomorrow is the day. One of the days. April 22nd. On this day I will probably cry. I will definitely be happy to have the littlest in our life. Definitely. Is it possible to be so happy and feel sad too? I suppose it is because I am. A complete and utter split of emotions.

I started this post with a complete humorous and happy heart; how did I get here? This is the story of my life. Alas, it just is.

Twinkle twinkle little star how I wonder where you are......

Love Jenn