Here's a better picture of her:
http://comp.uark.edu/~dmorton/images/misc/sarah1.jpg
Although I think I'll be exceptionally good at parenting, despite the fact that I have no experience with kids, I'm finding that I simply cannot deal with people who like kids. They piss me off so much with the things they say, even though they mean the comments innocently.
Things like:
"Oh, she's going to have you wrapped around her little finger! Hah hah hah hah!"
Oh, well that's just fucking great. Basically, you're calling me a gullible moron who will be manipulated. Just how is that cute and funny? It's funny that I'm going to be manipulated? I think it's sick.
Today, my wife's step-sister was feeding the baby, and said, "Listen to the sounds she makes when she sucks on that bottle! I'm going to call her piggy from now on! That's her new nickname.. Pig."
She thought it was cute, but I wanted to fucking beat the living shit out of her. I'm sorry she's ruined her own kids' self-esteem, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let her do it to mine.
Despite that fact that I'm inexperieced with kids, though, Sarah seems to take to me very well. I'm the one who can always make her stop crying just by picking her up. So far, what everyone implied would be incredibly difficult is actually amazingly easy. So far, anyway. She doesn't cry all that often. She's what people might call a relatively quiet (or content) baby. My wife and I were much the same when we were babies, so perhaps it's in the genetics?
That's all I can recall for now. I'm pretty livid over the pig thing.. so I apologise if my post seems irrational. :) Everything so far seems to be going great!
Oh, there's one other thing. Before the birth, men kept saying to me, "It will change your life." Then they'd put their hand on my shoulder and look me in the eye meaningfully. Now that she's born, they look at me expectantly and say, "So, do you feel any different??"
Uh, no. It's only been a week. I am the same person. Is there something wrong with me? Is there something I'm <i>supposed</i> to be feeling? Like I'm supposed to just slap my forehead and say "OH! God damnn.. THAT'S the secret of the universe!"
What universal truth have I missed that was supposed to just come to me last Friday like a religous revival? Can I just have some time to bond with my baby please?
And for god's sake, stop coming over to my apartment!!