That mother is me.
So, I've been thinking about the up-close parking spaces at the Wal-Mart Supercenter labeled "For new and expectant mothers" lately. When I was pregnant, it was a no-brainer, park there. But after I had Cali, I began changing the meaning of "new mother" with every passing month. At first I thought, "Well, I had her just a few weeks ago, so she is still pretty "new." Nothing wrong with that. Then when she turned 2 months, I thought, "I just had my postpartum checkup. I'm still a shoo-in for 'new.'" Then Cali hit the 3 month mark and I thought, "Okay this is the last month I'll say to myself, I'm a 'new mother.' I absolutely will not park here after this month." Then 4 months came and I thought,"Well, she still looks pretty small and 'new' to me." Then 5 months,"She isn't even sitting up yet." Then 6 months,"It seems like just yesterday I had her." Okay, this has to stop Holly! She will be 7 months old this week and you are forbidden to park there, forbidden! You are no longer a new mother. You really haven't officially been a new mother since September of 2001 when you had your first child. Get your lazy butt in gear and walk a few extra feet!!
Oh yeah, and did I mention, for months 0-4 I rarely had her with me. I didn't dare venture out to the grocery store with all three kids over the summer. I did night-time shopping. I'm smart like that.
Seriously, I think there may be something wrong with me.....