Bear in Area

As seen on yesterday's run...

Having a baby wreaks havoc on a woman's emotional temperature. It's a collision of sorts where the uterus freezes over and clamps down to its original state while the furnace of the breasts expand to epic proportions. By merely walking into a room I can both kill off unwanted organisms with my icy glare and obliterate their remains in my fiery wake.

I think when women have babies, there's some sort of hormone released in our bodies that makes us capable of homicide, to you know, protect our young. Things like germs on shopping cart handles keep us awake at night. Our babies cry for 5 minutes straight and all of a sudden we give ourselves a diet overhaul and throw out anything dairy, wheat, caffeinated, and edible for the sake of our newborn baby's digestion. And if that doesn't work, we spend $180, 000 at the natural food store on ancient remedies that promise calm babies and a solid night's sleep. And when said remedies don't work, we bring back the dairy, wheat and caffeine and raise them a bottle of wine.

Luckily, the postpartum crazies pass just as fast as our newborn baby's gassy poop rockets--one minute we're crying in pain and the next minute we're rolling around naked, grinning from ear to ear. Life is messy, but it's rewarding. There are rough patches, but they pass as quickly as they come. Babies grow. Mommies lose their bear fur and turn back into humans. And hopefully, the people we had obliterated in our emotional wake come back to forgive us.