This is no big revelation, but sometimes you aren’t the type of parent you thought you were going to be.
For me, the biggest surprise is that I have barely left the house on my own with the baby. Lulu is over three months old and I don’t even need all ten fingers to count how many car rides I’ve made alone with her. I finally went grocery shopping a couple weeks ago because we had no food in the house, and completing the trip with no freak outs — from her or me — may have been one of the proudest accomplishments of my life.
Now, I didn’t foresee that kind of a task being such a feat. When I was pregnant I had visions of tossing a diaper into my purse and the baby over my shoulder and breezing out the door to run errands and meet friends with nary a worry in the world.