Ch-ch-changes

I had no idea how much having Betty would completely change my life. I knew that she'd change the way I lived my life (for example, I knew that my work habits would have to adjust around childcare, etc.). I didn't know how much she'd change the way I feel about life itself. Betty is with me at all times. I never for one second stop thinking about or feeling her presence. I can be writing my dissertation or brushing my teeth or whatever, but there she is beneath the surface. It's wonderful and horrible at the same time. (Horrible because I am terrified that this little life is in my hands).

But Betty makes her presence felt in other smaller and funnier ways too. For example, yesterday I was brushing olive oil on a raw chicken, and I needed to brush the underside. So I grabbed the chicken legs with one hand and lifted it up exactly as if I were changing its diaper. I don't know if that's the way I've always basted raw chicken or if it is just a new habit.