I confess, I have become exactly what I always said that I wouldn't - I am a mini-van-driving, mommy-sticker-porting, spit-on-a-kleenex mom. I'm harried and harassed and always going in six directions and lucky to remember to brush my teeth. The crazy thing is, I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Let's just hope that I can still keep a bit of the old me in there - sometimes, I feel a bit like I got lost in my life. I'm guessing that some sleep and being able to put a little man to bed without nursing will help to fix that worry.