Guilt

Now that I'm a parent, I am full of guilt. Am I doing the right things for my baby? What if I screw everything up? Oh, dear God, what if she wants to be a cheerleader someday?

no.

I'm sure this happens to everyone. My husband has this story about when he was a kid and how he told his mother that it was a mom's job to worry. That becomes more funny every day.

Currently, I'm consumed with feeding the baby. She's not gaining much weight, but isn't unhappy and she's reaching all the milestones. I guess she's just little. Oh, and I don't feel guilty about feeding her formula. At least I know I'm giving her a full belly, and she's going longer between feedings than when she was breastfed. I wasn't very good at breastfeeding (low supply, thin product), and we're both much happier with the switch. There's nothing wrong with formula, you teat nazis. (thanks, Tina Fey, for helping me come to this realization!)

she gets me.

There's another thing. She rolled over multiple times from her front to her back when she was 2 months old! Early! Amazing! Hasn't done it since. It's a month later. WTF? Lazy girl. She knows she can, so she's over it.

Oh, and she watches TV. She's my daughter, all right. I am trying very hard to discourage this behavior so she doesn't get the ADHD. Maybe I should have turned it off for a few days when I was pregnant.

but it's just so pretty.

She's fine. I just have to keep reminding myself. She would let me know if something was wrong. No reason to make a happy baby unhappy.