No, I can't fly. I can't transport, I can't do magic and I don't have x-ray vision. Sorry to ruin your hopes. (Dang)
But I do have a secret weapon. (Ah ha!)
I have this Super Power that I don't want to give up. (What's that Batman?!?) I didn't even think I was going to have this special ability. When a woman gives birth, shortly thereafter, most women develop this ability to produce this amazing, brain boosting, nutrient packed super juice. It's the original power drink. (Move over V8.)
I'm talkin' Breastfeeding. You know, liquid gold. As Martha (Stewart) says, "It's a good thing."
There are so many things I want to be able to do for my son that I won't be able to do, or have the ability to do. My DH and I aren't well traveled and know little of the world. (Unless you count the 3-4 surrounding cities we live by.) I'd love to show the world to my son. We are educated, not super smart, but just average. (Tell that to to cat!) We don't have well paying jobs and the lack of money definitely hinders the opportunities of things we can get, offer for my son. (Shocker) My hubby and I aren't the life of the party as we are very introverted, naturally, not by choice of course. (Fooled you) So I really feel for my son. But the one thing that I can offer him, I do with pride.
I'm not knocking formula, but if you are willing to devote your time and sharing your body for a little longer than the 9 months in utero, it's well worth it. At least for me. My son has yet to get sick and he's nine months old, no major allergy break outs with food, he gets his vitamins, it's much much cheaper than formula, not to mention that for me it is a blessing in two ways. First, I have a figure now (whoa, where did those things come from! God love 'em. I don't wanna give 'em back! Neither does DH ;p ). Second, it helped me slim down super-fast after having my son. I love the 'your lookin good after having a baby' comments and one other secret - I'm slimmer than I was before getting pregnant. I coulda kissed that gal at Ann Taylor Outlet when she looked at the slacks I tried on, told me they are too big, and brought me a nice fitting and stylin' pair in a smaller size.
Not to mention my built in squirt guns that when full have great aim! DH just calls it 'weird', I think it's totally cool. (Yes I did just say that. You can pick up your jaw from the floor now and dust it off.) Heck, with those results, I'm doing this 'till I'm 80! Okay, so maybe until he's a year old, but tempting . . .
Who wouldn't want to give up that Super Power?