My Poor Baby!

I have to tell this story because my heart almost broke yesterday! We had lunch brought into a meeting at work and the delivery man was opening the large sandwich trays very loudly. At one point, it made a loud pop and my tiny little Lily jumped a MILE! I felt so bad for her, poor thing, she was scared. I rubbed my tummy (on presumably her back...but who knows?) to comfort her.

Now, of course, my ever-logical Devin says: "That's great! It means she has fast reflexes!" to which I promptly replied, "I'm super-happy she's not deaf, but my heart is broken knowing she was scared."

The funny thing was, I was actually mad at the delivery guy, feeling very protective of my baby. I couldn't wait for him to finish his job and get the heck outta there! If I am this sensitive to people upsetting my baby NOW, can you imagine what a psychotic mommy I'll be? I feel for those kids who might tease her on the playground, they are in for it!

Also, I'd like to note that I think I'm running out of room in this body. I am tempted to move out and let her have it all to herself! Apparently, she needs the room, as she has attempted to relocate all of my vital organs.