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Rinny tagged me to list eight random facts about myself. Since this is by nature a mommyblog and since I by nature tend to talk a whole lot about myself, I'm going to keep this one true to the cause for once. Below are the rules of the game and eight random facts about myself as a mom.

The Rules:
1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.

2. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.

3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules.

4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.

5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

The list:
1. Sometimes I feel like I was born without the all-important mommy-gene. I vaguely recall a few doll babies here and there in my youth, but I'm more of an animal person. I think I make up for the lack of natural momming ability by being totally and completely in love with Jake and paying real close attention to what modern science tells you to do with your brats.

2. I think that being a parent has made me less neurotic and compulsive, but much more anxious and obsessive.

3. My child is being raised by a village and I think it is wonderful. He is so full of love and awe for everyone and it makes me proud when strangers tell me that he is the sweetest, friendliest one year old they have ever seen. I have a few friends that tell me that their own children were not as affectionate with them as Jake is with them. Although I worry about him walking off with strangers and getting in windowless vans, I hope that he stays charismatic and trusting of others. I hope he isn't slutty though.

4. Having Dave's baby makes me love him more than I thought I ever could. I look at Jake and see Dave and I look at Dave and see Jake. I get the whole craze over babydaddies now. Before I thought it was a bunch of hooey.

5. I miss the bond I had with my cats. I hope they understand. Especially Tyler.

6. When I first got pregnant, I was really angry. Then I thought I had a miscarriage at 12 weeks and everything changed. All of a sudden I wanted that baby more than I had ever wanted anything in the whole world.

7. I don't listen to my mother all that much when it comes to parenting and she doesn't offer all that much because she knows I don't listen. The greatest gift she has ever given me was to validate the feelings I have had since becoming a wife, especially in regards to pregnancy, childbirth, and the way I feel about both my self and my role as a mother.

8. I'm excited to see what the Life and Times for Jake are like. As different as life is now than it was for our parents and as different as it was for them than for our grandparents, it is going to be even greater for Jake. Things are going to happen in his lifetime that we can't even fathom today.

And now my eight (plus) people:
Jenny: because you promised to post more Jenny-related material

Amy Jo: because I hear that meme's cause an onset of labor

Angela: because I want you to write about you on your blog. I admire your self-control to be a true mommy-blogger

Diane: it's been awhile. Do you need some inspiration?

Louisa: I guess maybe Irish Blogger is down?

Heather: because I know that post-partum brains are soupy and getting your thoughts in some sort of order can help

Susan: because your burning secret is keeping you away from blogging. I can tell.

Sara: because you need an outlet sister. Catagorize some of that chaos.

Hope: because you started your blogs but you are failing miserably at the upkeep.

Tavia: welcome to the world of getting tagged.

Katie: because you're my longest friend.

Chrissy: your blog needs more text these days!

Andi: because you are threatening to tone down the blogging and I'm afraid that you might hold true to that if I don't make you write.

The girl from A Beautiful Kind: because I love that you have, of all things, a mommy blog too.

And I'm going to go out on a limb here and tag the Pioneer Woman. I remember back when we were all fledgling bloggers and she (gasp) used to leave comments on my blog too. A comment from her is like tongue kissing Brad Pitt! She's famous now, and I'm still me. One day, though, I'm going to hit it big too. Maybe not here, but somewhere. And then we can all tounge kiss.

Put your eight things on your blog if you have one or in the comments section of this blog if you prefer. If you are not tagged, leave your "eight" in the comments section anyways. It will be fun to read them.

Go!