College students and babies...

It's pretty funny to me that my son and a number of people I've seen on campus have SO much in common.

Now this ins't all of you. Probably not most, but for sure there is a couple college students out there that have the same characteristics of a baby.

Remember I'm not bashing you all, I was you a couple of years ago. Just go married and had a baby instead of continuing my ways for a couple more years..

You and babies both...

Drink from bottles.

Yes I know different bottles, but still bottles. College students love beer. Cheap way to get drunk. A baby and a bottle is something that can't be messed with. Try taking a bottle away from a baby. Do it, I dare you.

You sometimes wake up not knowing where you are.

Don't lie, you know it's happened to you. Maybe that raging party or even that nap you take in the library... same difference. For babies on the other hand, they nap everywhere. And still wake up like WTF mom!

Cell phones.

For some reason, your cell phone is like your best friend. In class, walking on the walk way, and all night. I'm not sure why you all wanna document everything but okay. My son thinks mine is his too. I don't know how many times I've had to pry it out of his tiny, sticky hands. 

Staying awake in the daytime.

In college you can't. I see people napping all over campus. I've even seen someone asleep standing! don't worry, i'm in this category too. It's just theres a different reason why I can't stay awake. Babies fall asleep everywhere, especially at the worst times. My sons favorite is about two minutes before we get anywhere we need to be. DRIVES ME INSANE.

Last but not least, 

You both love boobs!

No pics of boobs, cause well you know what they look like.

I know this is horrible but so so true. Guys you know what I'm talking about. Boobs can make guys do some interesting things. and Girls, you know thats a big reason why you love or hate your body. For babies, well boobs are their go too. It's their food source and pillows. My son still hugs me, but only putting his arms around where my boobs are and places his head there. Guess guys never grow outta that. 

Things change..

Becoming a parent isn't the end of the world. I know, I sound like a broken record.

Why do college students care about babies and toddlers? You could chose to pretend like it'll never happen to you. 

But it will. No one is immune to pregnancy, unless you have a penis. Even then, you go through this too.

Before I was a mom things had different meaning.

All-Nighter!

For you non-parents, it means drinking and partying, or cram sessions before tests.

Have a baby, all nighter is the opposite of that. I mean there is drinking... baby bottle drinking. and I guess you can consider all the ridiculous things you do to get your child to sleep can be partying.

Tired!

You think you're tired? Wanna nap? TAKE THAT NAP. 

Now, tired is normal now. I don't know what feeling not tired feels like anymore. And naps? HA, I wish I could nap. I never believed people when they said rest before the baby, cause it goes away forever. IT DOES. Now nap time means, food without getting sticky hands in it, or maybe a shower alone.

and lastly, Grandparents!

Your mom and dad. You don't think much of them now. They are probably annoying to you, always in your business, but just wait...

They will save you! Grandparents will be the glorious people who take your babies off your hands. Be nice, they are lifesavers.

My name wasn't always Momma...

Before I had a baby, I'd like to think I was cool.

I would go out almost every weekend, I used to slam down beers and shots.

I always figured I'd have kids. I just never really knew when. For a while I assumed I was gonna be the super cool aunt who spoiled her nieces and nephew.

I worked every day, a full time waitress and bartender. I paid for my our education, going to class before work then doing homework after my shifts.

I thought I had time management down. YEAH, I was so so wrong.

I was ready to be pregnant, but I wasn't at the same time. I come from a huge family, five brothers and two sisters, and my mom said I'd be fine.

Pregnancy was a nightmare. I sucked so bad. I had to be on bed rest and all of a sudden, I realized that I was gonna have a little human that depended on me.

To say, I did research was an understatement. I googled, and talked to just about everyone I could about childbirth and raising children.

I'd like to think I'm a pro on babies. 

My son is blessed to have me.. just kidding.

I make sure he has the "safest" and the "healthiest".

I'm "that" mom now. I'm sure women who have more than one kid, roll their eyes at me. 

I fit the first time mom stereotype to the tee.

I buy him expensive clothes, even though I know he's gonna wear it like only once.

I wear Target's finest, and he rocks Under Armour and Nike.

Bottom line, I was cool. Now I'm a mom. I'd like to think I'm not a regular mom, I'm a cool mom.. but the truth is I'm not.

I used to be Nila. I used to two step and serve beer to strangers who became friends. I used to be skinny. 

Now I'm Momma. I rock the occasional gerber puff in my hair, and I am no longer a size 4.

And I'm perfectly okay with it.