I have a little routine that I then go into.
I have a moment of panic where I can't believe I am responsible for this little life. Then, I go, "holy, crap! I'm going to have TWO little lives to be responsible for." (I still remember as we left the hospital with Brady, Blake and I looked at each other with the same puzzled look on our faces, both of us thinking, "I can't believe they are letting us take this baby HOME with us!'')
Then, I get all sappy and just wanna squeeze him and plant his sweet cheeks with kisses!
Being a mom is amazing. That is all.