“Holy crap. I am a mom!”
That is seriously what I was thinking as the dust settled around me
from shooting a .50 caliber rifle. On my first experiment back from
maternity leave, I found myself perched on a hill in a rock quarry
aiming a huge firearm at a remote-controlled SUV covered in phone books.
But how come I still felt like me? I figured once you become a mom, you
settled down and let the waistline of your jeans slowly creep north.
— excerpt from Kari’s first entry.
http://www.geekmom.com/author/kari-byron/
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